Lovely poetry, 

But you are a musician, 

And a painter, 

But I know right now, 

You are in the Park, 

Queens Park,

Witnessing a murder 

You slept with my husband, 

Yet time and time again, I have saved you,

We where free in Prague,

I have held your hand, 

Dried your tears, 

I can't do it any more, 

I can't save you, 

As well a myself,  

A well as that girl