RMC

I never knew how much
her eyes held power over me.
How much her smile lit
a flaming torch within my soul.
I try to analyze my psyche
and all that I am, I question.
Of my heart and mind, it is a
size divine Angels spoke of delightfully.

The power to change my mind
and all aspects of my thought
is the power she holds over me
and the dreams she has brought.
I might not want them;
the ravenous pits in which I dwell
are washed clean by her spell.

I never in a lifetime wished
for a trip like this.
I never in a lifetime have wanted
her intellect to ignite within me.
Yet I believe it’s just me, lonesome.
I feel my life is but loathsome.

I’d die for her a thousand times.
Yet I kill it with words bitter,
that spawn from hurt in my mind.
What is this transformation?
What is this I feel I’ve never felt?
The hand that God had given me,
I never wanted dealt.

Yet I love my life now.
Not knowing a purpose why here
He has let me live life on this sphere.
Still, when I think of her eyes,
her voice sends me no lies.
I am thankful for the pain in my life,
for the reason is just felt.
That hand I was dealt, I mask it.
I want to ask God why I melt.

Drown it I will with this drill,

Passion for the dreams I dream I do still

Here to disappear near a dear

Feeling felt I was dealt I hold near.