Jenny and Jethro

It was like a fairytale - once upon a time
Paris was a place, we were so crazy in love.
Out of the blue something happened to our love,
I had to leave Paris - we had crossed the line.

I left you for a better job, I chose my head,
beause my heart would have chosen you, always you.
Since that second night in Marseille, I wanted you.
In the end it came down to things you never said.

If you really loved me, you would have said it:
"Jen, my dear, I do love you, please don't ever leave."
I don't know why, but you were unable to feel.
In my heart there still is fire, that once was lit..

There are days, when I wish, I had never met you.
Honey, you never fit into my five-point-plan,
it's not about having kids or finding a man.
I wrote our end in a love letter: "Dear Jethro".

For six years I missed your voice, your silver hair,
in the mornings I wanted you in my bed.
No, Jehtro, you never really left my head.
Trust me, I tried, telling myself I do not care.

I thought "Dear John" letter in Paris was the end
and when director's office was finally mine,
I really thought we were going to be just fine.
But the thought crashed the moment we met again.

Paris flashed in my eyes, I know you saw it too,
but everything had changed - we are not the same.
I saw anger in your eyes, as you said my name.
I replied knowing, I am still not over you.

But somehow we became friends - almost like before -
late dinners and flirting, but not crossing the line.
Explosions and kidnappings - we ran out of time.
Your past came out and you left. You and me - no more.

You returned, when I was finally back on track
I got closer to Benouit, but further from you.
We fought not only about our past, but present too.
But I had to kill him, you already knew that.

After that we were beyond repair - we were done.
Hatred was back in your eyes, when I fought fate.
Will is dead, Svetlana is back - I set the date.
I blinked, tried to keep you safe and then I was gone.

The last thing on my mind, when I was shot, was you.
Hatred became guilt, but I never wanted that.
Now I'm just one of your ghosts, never coming back.
Unfinished letter held words - Jethro I love you..

I wish I had one more day with you in Paris
I wish you had made me stay and I never left.
When you took my heart, it was nothing but a theft.
Tell me what if? Dear Jethro, would we be married?

You never looked at my dead body  so pale and cold.
Now we are in different worlds, but it is fine.
Shannon will always have you, you were never mine.
It breaks my hears as you move on with words untold.

2013/12/05