There are times when you feel, there’s no other way but to kneel
Down to that God! The creator of all life.
Happiness and troubles and goodness and strife
He made a miracle, a thing of beauty ,
Perfect contours, fair, a lady,
Every face as if etched out of diamond,
Every feature carved delicately and fashioned,
Then when the time came to give it a heart,
The devil secretly shot a venomous dart
Cause when this form, with life was blessed,
A sigh, from man and nature, expressed
Of wonder and awe it began,
But soon, jealousy, slander and war there ran,
That devil’s venom penetrated the eyes from that soft heart
And spread in the air, in man’s minds and in his art
As a beautiful rose, this form was thorned,
And all who possessed her of pain, mourned
Her long black hair like a fisherman’s net
Trapped all men, mighty or meek, she met
Her soft skin, softer than the white clouds
Held nothing, but emptiness, shrouds
Her eyes, a deep sea of unborn regrets,
And sometimes, cruelly dark mysterious secrets.
Her delicate, slender, long fingers when held,
The minds of the boldest and bravest, felled,
That damned moment when God decided to give her a heart,
He made a mistake that tore his glorious world apart.
Dreams Unlimited 