A minstrel sings a song for you,
perhaps one last caress…
What do you feel? I have no clue...
With my true love, I’m blessed!
We journeyed through the looking glass
you led me by the hand.
A love that wasn’t meant to last
across a chasm we stand.
To pale silence you escaped,
I fought you tooth and nail
It was all over, yet I sent
some letters in the mail
The one, for whom my eyes light up
to him, I gave my hand
He did not have to lift his hat,
Perhaps it was - just meant!
On waves of blue, sailed your fast ship
you found another port,
My soul in silence prays for you
And hopes she’s more than sport
My lover’s touch, his soothing hands
sweet romance fills my heart.
I burn and yearn for his embrace
And hope we’ll never part.
06.02.00 11:01:54
True Love
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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