Happiness is but a week away
I shall count passing day
this poet still within me reside
this is true, for he no can hide
Did you sleep well? I did yet I did not
Restfully tossing with my new life's plot
the joy is back and love is a bound
the inner me at last was truly found
I slept in peace and in the sleep arose
I shivered and quivered to be unfroze
the feelings I see beauty like a rose
the is my path for that I have chose
my thoughts of joy are something to ponder
Like the eagle and dove they fly up yonder
the search for something grand and so new
to express things of loving to all not the few.
A questions still burns deep inside of me
can acceptance of poetic love truly be
from the verse I see, I feel and I wrote it
is love truely possibly had for me a poet
I can not say in language that is spoken
I fear that this could cause heartbroken
that only to prose the true feeling I speak
from the new feelings I can kiss her cheek
I just know how to say what I feel
I can not hide the feelings so real
Loneliness is next to sadness
Partnership is next to gladness
Marching a path in the dark soul.
Seeking a person to make me whole
I am one, without the other part,
I miss someone close in my heart.
When the sands of time are through
They'll be one thing I wish I knew
Loneliness seems to last forever
Love seems to happen almost never.
