A Wonderful Story
The mystery of your beauty intrigues my curiosity to pause.
I can see a lovely woman before my eyes, an answer to my cause.
This angel of heaven has crossed my path another time before.
You can only be a dream, which makes me want you more.
Shall I confess of my love to this goddess which sings
angels to sleep?
Perhaps the love must live within me, therefore I will silently weep.
I wish that our destinies could’ve crossed over another span.
My life might have been to love you, now I never can.
This foolish heart has painted a picture that is but
I could’ve displayed it in the gallery of love, but now it must be torn apart.
Still I wonder, where is this beauty who stole my heart for a
She was only a dream, who when I awoke had run away.
Once again mischievous Cupid has cast his arrow twain.
For love gave me a wonderful gift that wasn’t for my gain.
My thoughts can reveal her passion, but only for a night.
Tomorrow I must look to reality and continue with love’s fight.
Her warm smile will always remain a gift of delightful
Her sincerity will be written on my heart as a priceless treasure.
My voice may speak her name, but only in a prayer.
It puzzles me to admire her so much, yet I genuinely care.
I still feel the warm love which was displayed in her eyes.
She will always be a blessing to receive and an even greater prize.
Someday I can only hope to be united with such beauty and glory.
Her presence is a dream come true and to love her is a wondrous story.
God’s Gifts Are Never
Where is fantasia? It is a dead issue I’m afraid.
There are too many charlatans, I’m ill of the games that are being played.
Each mischievous belle plans a plot to execute.
Where is the compromise, it is grounds for dispute.
“Oh!” she says, “I must make him pay for the mistakes of my
Of course my heart is broken, it wasn’t meant to last.
Does she laugh with revenge, that her heart is spitefully smothered?
Shall I wish for a steady love, to see that my affections are mothered?
I doubt, for she has shown her face and laughed with greed.
My arms reach to hold her, but she is blinded by her own need.
She possesses power over my fragile, juvenile heart.
The cunning of her deceitful breath steals my kiss and wishes to depart.
Oh, that hateful jest angers me enough to kill!
My demeanor remains composed and breaks my heart enough to will.
I move on, seeing only the beauty which awaits my embrace.
She is always in my dreams, but I can’t taste her kiss or see her face.
I toss a coin in the fountain of fate, desiring the love I
The ripples of karma’s water tear away my soul, causing the pain to burn.
It does subside at times, as I compose the tune of a mature man.
The love of a woman is welcomed, but her moral foundation must stand.
Until then, my dreams will pattern Venus across many stars.
Hopefully those stars will unite someday to heal my lonely scars.
Sometimes I cry, but I must laugh in the face of fate.
I must not be broken, I must stay strong, because
God’s gifts are never late.