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Cursed With Beauty


This woman I met far off at sea Was the only one there to hear my plea She looked into my eyes and sang a song Of course in my mind there was nothing wrong In a cave she went, the place she called home She lured me in with a melodic tone Dawn came fast like mother after child On the leaves we lay, the night became wild Innocence was gone as I woke in the light The woman not there, that thief in the night Now I live my days with a missing heart Turning to poetry, this form of aft Only to heal the pain of true love's sting Loneliness is marked by solitude's ring
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