Of all the faces man puts forth
to hide his dark inner sorrows
Love is the one that matters most
as from the deep soul it borrows
It lives among us everywhere
memories of the gentle breeze
Speaking only truth to the wind
for all the others we're to please
Pen sonnets to your gentle way
sing songs of the cold raging sea
Amid toil from emotions bliss
these feelings, flow, freely from me
We know Fate in all her fury
fear no rage from her painful screams
For whenever the truth be told
she harms us only in our dreams
No one controls the hearts desire
nor whether it be happy or sad
As in each one of ours does beat
torrid seeds both of good and bad
We pine for that one's acceptance
a glint in the young woman’s eye
The sweet smell of her hair caress
as she wistfully saunters by
Those few small things all so precious
create memories cherished gone
Recalling times of loves sweet bliss
loving moments of youth go on
For all these things we know of us
and then a hundred, thousand more
Life will never answer them all
as we open up each new door
Man will always question his fate
search for that brighter inner light
To illuminate his darkness
and scare away the haunting night
Tate
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Of all the faces man puts forth
to hide his dark inner sorrows
Love is the one that matters most
as from the deep soul it borrows
It lives among us everywhere
memories of the gentle breeze
Speaking only truth to the wind
for all the others we're to please
Pen sonnets to your gentle way
sing songs of the cold raging sea
Amid toil from emotions bliss
these feelings, flow, freely from me
We know Fate in all her fury
fear no rage from her painful screams
For whenever the truth be told
she harms us only in our dreams
No one controls the hearts desire
nor whether it be happy or sad
As in each one of ours does beat
torrid seeds both of good and bad
We pine for that one's acceptance
a glint in the young woman’s eye
The sweet smell of her hair caress
as she wistfully saunters by
Those few small things all so precious
create memories cherished gone
Recalling times of loves sweet bliss
loving moments of youth go on
For all these things we know of us
and then a hundred, thousand more
Life will never answer them all
as we open up each new door
Man will always question his fate
search for that brighter inner light
To illuminate his darkness
and scare away the haunting night
Tate
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