They say two halves make a whole
You, are the other half of my soul*.

I heard of a guy named Paul, he was an English knight
He had talent in wielding a sword, he knew how to fight
To watch him take on anyone and disarm them, was a remarkable sight
When he came on a rough scene, his enemies took to flight
And those who could not escape, found themselves in a plight
In short, he was a legend people worshipped day and night

One day, he was to rescue a princess trapped at a dangerous height
Although he went at his task with all of his raw might
Paul, unfortunately, had not been born very bright
So the execution of his strategy filled the princess with fright
An act that would have made him a hero turned into a blight
And the once great Paul was soon cleared from the limelight
Such a pity! This could have been Paul and the Princess, right?

He pulled her to himself and said,
"Give me a kiss, my Lady, just a kiss"
She turned away and shook her head
"No. I thought you promised me bliss".
"But look, all my shelves are bare,
What tells me of your professed care?"

Almost kneeling, he entreated her
"But Sweetheart, here, you have my heart
Or would you rather I gift you a car?"
She wailed, "You must think me daft!
You have a beautiful wife and child
Sitting around the glowing fire in your home
Then you abandon me here, in the wild
To live by myself, all alone
You think I care for a car
When you'd still be so far
I could not even drive to meet you
Then, I'd be a complete fool".

He replied, "Dear lady, I hate to have met you
Long after I had been hooked to a wife
That no one had given me a chance to woo
Now I couldn't live without you in my life
Please, tell me what I ought to do."

Her eyes a-blazing, his a-gazing
She declared,"Send your miserable wife away
And I'm sorry, your daughter
Will have to live without her father
And I'm going to the big mansion to stay!"

"Oh no! No!" he cried, "That's unfair!
I love you but I must say the truth
The miserable wife has always shown me care
Over the years, right from our youth
I could not divorce her for anything
Least of all, you selfish, drama queen!"

She snorted and said, *"Well spoken!
Beware of this heart you have broken
I tested to know how much you loved me
Your lies are now very evident to see
Go away and leave me alone
I'll find me a husband,
To give me a proper home!"

A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness in the wood

He sings to cheer his solitude
With sweet sounds noone's ever heard




"In His Land of Dreams"