My Life; An Idle Tear

 My Life; An Idle Tear

My Life; A bed of thorns,
With no roses on the way,

An endless valley of drenched nights,

to make me doom, gloom and grey.

My Life; A rejected old mosaic,

with no pieces of grace,

keep of feeling, should I, 

is the saying of the old ways.

My Life; An idle tear,

having no way but to fall,

breaking into worthless pieces,

like nothing, nothing at all.

My Life; A journey through darkness,

with no stars on the way,

the depth is the utter sadness,

sadness along she stays.

My Life; more like a death,

with no grave, or rejected or left,

sadly I lived and sadly I die,

and this be, nay the verse you grave,

when I say goodbye.

SPIRITLESS HE LIVED; BADLY TO BE LOVED,

LOVE WAS HIS PEARL, BADLY HE LOVED,

PRESENT LIFE AND ALL LIVES, IF GIVEN THROUGH,

HE SHALL ALWAYS LOVE CARE AND REMEMBER YOU.

                                                                                ------- Sam

Pearl; My Love's Eden

 Pearl; My Love's Eden

My Love; a tender smile with a crystal dew on her fragile lips,

My  Love; an intangible cascade, falling far from a mountain tip,

My Love, a soft feeling with the rose fragrance of her gentle touch,

My Love; a serene serenade sung in the springs by a pretty thrush,

My Love; a holy rainbow with the colours of faint twilight,

My Love; a soul with purity only in God's site,

My Love; a pearl with oyster of the lands of fairy,

My Love; it's you with the beauty of an elusive lady.

---- Sam