You crafty dog, insult how she was with your excuse for 
meaning? 
Dare you, care you.

No attempt at beauty or love from your lips will ever 
compare to her honest bliss. It amounts to the level of 
your intelligence. Zilch.

I held my tongue and lowered my head. You took over our 
home, her life and her bed.
She was the belle. breath taking. Loved and known by the
lucky.
 Gone forever to us damned. 
You play games, oh we know that all too well! Jumping, 
crying wolf, making a scene. But all dogs bite.

Look at me. Eye me. Know me? Never. 
Crawl back to the thickets. Witless dog.
So clever and so stupid. Chase your tail some more.
Prey on in the shadows...

You may think you're untouchable. 
Transparent would be less of an illusion.
You can't trick me. A vixen, grown and witty and wise to
you.
 If ever you try and pen another feeble excuse for 
emotions and reflections on her memory.
I will bite back.