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LOVES TWISTED DESTANY

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My frozen heart, I do declare,
For what is left, so little there.
So cold, so lifeless as stone it is,
No joy, no smile of love sweet kiss.
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Cold winter’s night my life had been.
No love, no joy, just hardship seen.
But in a flash of light so pure,
Did melt my heart with love’s sweet cure.
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But as it came so quick it went.
I ask the lord. Why was it sent?
To show me pain, to show me grief?
To test me in my true belief?
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I wonder why, I know not still.
But naught my empty heart does fill.
Joy I had and asked for naught,
As days went by in blissful thought.
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To love and hold her was all I needed,
Thanked the Lord for what was seeded.
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I thanked Him then, I do not now,
In disbelief, anger too some how.
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I ask Thee all I ask Thee why
Was she taken? Why did she die?
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My aching heart so cold does feel,
For loss of her and love so real.
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For loss of hope, of loved to be.
In sleepless nights I cry for thee.
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Within my sorrow one lonely night,
I heard a voice so far from sight.
With words so sweet yet tender bright,
The glimmer of hope my heart did invite.
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I see her not, but feel her pain.
I invite her in, am I insane?
For her words I read your face I see.
Is it a sick twist of destiny?
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Forgive me please, I beg of you.
Don’t judge me harsh for love so true.
Am I a fool to hold on though?
If I upset you please tell me so.
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In sleepless wonder I hold on tight
I read those words, my love in sight.
I’m sick of pain and loneliness too,
That’s why I think I see in you,

The sweet caress, the love so strong,
But deep inside I know it’s wrong.
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I must put end to this insane,
For if I don’t, I’ll cause you pain.
I thank you friend, I thank you true.
Forgive me please, I beg of you.
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© Vic.......09/2000

Lovers Dream​

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A realm of wonder and strange things.
A place where gifts may be begotten.
As a trip may bring nostalgic things.
Or horrors of a time forgotten.

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It is said that dreams are just playgrounds
For the mind to conjure our desires
But what of those with sweet sounds
That quenches thirst and future inspires

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Be it reality or a dreaming trance,
Does it matter what it is really is?
Do I forget the sweetness of a dance?
That an aching soul does please.

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In moment of leisure the tune is played
In unconscious rhythm the dance is shared
The stage is set, the musician paid
Harmony begot, to paradise am led

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The dance may never become reality,
But then why fret or even cower.
Be it to have something in propriety,
Or reality, for the most part sour.

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Never to behold in flesh and soul
Is accepted as a painful and lonely reality.
A desire to be more than a part of the whole

Will lurk in our hearts for all eternity.

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As a dream may bring to life all desires
Fleeting passion or love’s truth foretold
What in a dream is conjured or transpires
Should be a gift for our hearts to hold

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Victor © 05/2007

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