It’s time for a story written in glory
There was once a love so young, oblivious to fear
It blossomed into something cryptic and mystic.
Her stare struck my heart like a legionnaire’s battle-drawn spear
The bitter taste of a fruit so sweet
Could you blame me for picking it from the tree
Let the folks sit and stare
At the wisdom we left behind for the fool to share
Leave it lonely and lost if you dare
Watching love laugh in the face of an act so cruel
While I stand in awe of a bedazzled jewel
She held the dark and made it spark
With a word I took a tragedy and turned it into majesty
She took my mistrust and turned it to dust
Lest there is something we have yet discussed
She held a hue from a heart broken by lust
It painted her perfect in a perpetual sense
As she danced with a ceramic suspense
The music she held wrapped around her finger
With a smile so soft that it will always linger
In my own until I grow old
Or until my soul is settled as sold
Somehow she slipped and fell into my simmering soul
Stirring my spirit until I could feel it
With the wisp of a wish, hope was nourished
I’m not sure if it was my heart she stole
But it was in the blink of an eye my fortune was told
My oh my, it still shines like gold
BeLove © 2017

Shovels & Rope / The Devil Is All Around

Thank you so much for stopping by.  See you all soon.

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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