I’m a poet without
words to describe a beauty faire.
She glows from within –
A treasure rarely seen;
A sparkling eye, like a star,
gives a peek within.
A rocky road I have traveled
away from & to broken hearts.
She can cure me or
break me;
for that smile & laugh,
I’d give Aladdin’s Gold.
I’m a lost soul &
lonely wanderer looking for a home.
any man who catches her –
is a lucky one indeed;
She has the fire
and soul of a wild steed.
I’m such a foolish soul
to think she’d look my way.
She has tresses & a body
that goddess’ would covet.
She has a wandering soul &
a bruised heart to boot;
I want to take her in
my arms & prove that I can cure her.
wil becker
1996.07.08
