My Third Love had a beautiful gaze. She would stare from the chair through the window for days. Maybe it was jealousy that finally drove me away... We held love with virgin hands; too young to know, too shy to ask. So we'd lay in the bed with our thoughts in our heads, agreeing it was too much a task... My Third Love My Third Love My Third Love was never loving as love can never love. We found a cliff and we made a home, and hung our portraits on the walls. One faced the sun as it covered the west; the other had a thing for the moon... Once I dreamt I heard her say from the side of the bed where she used to lay That the happiest that she'd ever been... the happiest that she'd ever been.was when.I walked away.