Love is only true to its maker

This was a strange bringing of life to a lyric. First it was never meant to exist.

I had thought the album track listing was complete.

It turns out I had one more thing to say about love.

Then I had the lyrics before the title. That never happened before. I'm no Brad Roberts.

In fact the title was the last and most difficult aspect. But the lyrics were there so needed a title - so they got one.

This song is probably about as dense and creepy as I want my 2nd album with it's pop/rock altgoth sound (y'know, for the kids) to go.

So just as well it is the last one for the album.

I do hope you like it. And accept the title.

Here is
Love Is Only True To Its Maker:

I want love that breaks her

I want love that blinds her

I want love that compels her

 

But my love is Briareos’ sea off Heaven’s shore

But my love is the night time wood in twilight glow

But my love is copper lights hung from a fairground show

But my love is of moonlit gravestone cast shadow

 

My love is not enough for her

And I cannot make it any stronger

 

I need love that cherishes her

I need love that can keep her

I need love that I weep for her

 

But my love is presence of pale candle smoke

But my love is a gemstone laced with extra choke

But my love is light cut prism imprisoned under the cloak

But my love is merely a darkly thrown vow I invoke

 

Mould grows where my love goes

Bitter sting is the flame in icicle froze

My Love is only a truth it’s maker knows

 

My love is not enough for her

And I cannot make it any stronger

 

I have love weakened for her

I have love mortally for her

I have love confined for her

 

Oh! My love is a turret chamber room walled-in

Oh! My love is silent, damp, maddeningly entombed in

Oh! My love does lurk, waits, howls where it is found in

Oh! Perished, putrid, crumbling de-composition

 

My love is not enough for her

And I cannot take this any longer

 

Leave to me my walled-in love

Listen rattles, chains my love

Living ache I feel my love