true love is hard to find.
it's like turning lead into gold,
water into wine,
ketchup into barbeque sauce.
miracles do occur,
most often times
under moonlight
and sometimes under saffron and silky streetlight.
(play your wild card, Sam.
bet the jack of hearts,
run with the feeling.)
(she has
ICE, BLUE, EYES,
and so innocent.
he wonders what it will feel like to hold her.
(think Sam,
use your imagination.)
(the clock is ticking on you, Sam,
let's do something crazy)
the what IF?
(with billions of stars
what if,
we are???
you can't always be an angel???)
he is searching for the perfect line.
Sam does not know she will bury his heart
in silent sorrow
she turns and smiles at sam.
he does not see the ghost in her eyes,
the blueness of ice and empty tears