Why am I cursed with this heart
That cares too much and is blind to the truth?
Evil spell of words cast upon me
To write such heartache,
Why do you plague my nights
With dreams of love and happiness.......
Of quiet whispers in the angelic-white roses
Swaying in a tranquil breeze
As twilight of lavender spans the sky?
What I would give to make
My verse fiction, unreal; painless.
My tormented soul looks back to life without a care,
To the words that span the pages;
Of loves-lost and by-gone days,
But why, oh why, do the tears still fill my eyes?
‘Tis the dream of the past
That casts tears to eyes,
Makes minds wonder, and hearts beat,
Yet, why does no one understand?...
All the poet wants is to be loved.
