POETRY

After the fire, the fire still burns. Though our love is gone, our hearts still yearn. After the fire, There is still pain. Wounds run deep; tears fall like rain. You may feel, my dear that our love is through. But the longing in my heart, I see in your eyes too. After the fire, the heart longs as never before. And my arms ache to hold you once more. Though our love is gone, Our hearts still yearn, After the fire, The fire still burns.

In the days of my youth, I yearned for love. Prayed for it, To Heaven above. Now I am older, And the lesson I've learned; Real love, true love, Must be earned. Yet it is fragile, like the rose. Must be nurtured as it grows. Pluck the rose, And it withers and dies. A caged bird, though beautiful, Never flies. So the lesson I've learned, I must confess: A thing of beauty, one can never possess.

‘Love is a many splendored thing’ I once heard long before. The barest taste of it Can leave one wanting more. Yet, true love is elusive. And oh so hard to find I begin to believe it exists Only within a lover’s mind. And if love is found somehow, It’s best not held too tight. Or you may find yourself alone, some cold, wintry night. The lesson here, once again I confess: A thing of beauty, you can never possess.

All my life I've looked for love. Searched the seas below, And the heavens above. Yes, I've searched all my life To find someone to call my wife. Someone to love, Is the greatest treasure. And in her love, I'd find great pleasure. Yet love is a quality often missed. An ethereal thing; a 'will-o-the wisp.' A thing of beauty is hard to obtain. Difficult to hold; Harder to gain. But love's lesson, I've learned in the end; Before it is found without, It must be had within.

All my life I've searched for things of beauty, In pictures, poetry, and song. In ways that were sometimes right; Often in ways that were wrong. Things of beauty cannot be possessed, That lesson I've learned before. Yet there is one final lesson here, So I must tell you more. If things of beauty One cannot possess, from futile striving I must desist. Of all the lessons learned, Here at last is the sum: To possess a thing of beauty, a thing of beauty you must become.

If my love for you were a flower, Your smile would be the sun's golden ray. For your pleasure and happiness, I'd bloom everyday. When you cry your tears would be my rain, So I could bloom and take away your pain. As long as you love me, I would never die, But continue to grow and bloom for you, 'Til I touch the sky. If my love for you were a flower, And your smile the sun's golden ray, I'd bloom to show my love for you, In each and every way.

Romance is gone; The crude ones have killed it away. Ignorance and rudeness Now hold sway. Gone is true passion From the human soul. The love of many, Has now waxed cold. Chivalry is gone; Replaced by bigotry and hate. An open mind, Shares romance's fate. How I long for the gentle pastimes of yore, Cruelty and tyranny, before they were. Now I sing only this dirge, This sad, sad, song. Chivalry is dead, And romance is gone.

She is mesmerizing, She is hypnotizing; She is beautiful. Sometimes captivating, Often intimidating; She is beautiful. Beautiful to behold, To have her love is my goal. She is beautiful. Wonderful woman, So sweet, so fine. Beautiful lady, Now she is mine.

Inside of me, A fire burns. A river runs deep, My soul yearns. Inside of me, There is a hunger. Gnawing and gnashing, Lightning and thunder. My heart longs for a better way, Fighting, struggling for a brighter day. Inside me, burns a fire. Consuming my mind, As the flames dance higher. The river runs deep, Water and rain. Washing away the hurt and pain. For I know in my heart There's a better way, Longing,yearning For a brighter day.