Capturing elusive thoughts with the tip of a pencil

Capturing elusive thoughts with the tip of a pencil

Monday, April 18, 2011

And They Say

And they say she never got old,
Only younger at heart
And rejected the cold
Of nights of regret,
Her character bold,
If you saw this girl, you would never forget.

She’d dance and dance,
She’d whirl and whirl,
No age could touch
That lovely girl.

They say she never learned to hate,
But with open arms
She would always wait
For better days
And brighter years,
And found a way
To conquer fears.

She’d love and love
With no thought to self,
Her heart more precious
Than the finest wealth.

They say she trusted like a child,
With tender touch
And a manner mild;
Never short on a word of care,
And if pain was present,
She was there.

She’d laugh and laugh,
That spirit of mirth,
Her shouts could touch
Each corner of earth.

Beauty her name, joy her cloak,
Darkness she banished,
The impossible broke;
See her there, hear her now,
If only to hold her,
To keep her somehow.

And they say she never got old,
But waited in wait
For one fearless and bold
To run alongside in heart-beating stride,
If I don’t reach her now,
At least I’ll have tried.

Just to try for her grace,
That will satisfy me;
Just to try for her heart,
And let come what may be.

She’s beautiful, you see,
Brighter than the sun,
More elegant than the sea.

I’d give my life
To break on her shore,
To lay on her sands
And be weary no more.

But such things are too great for me,
I may never taste,
But perhaps I will see
Her smile, every once in a while,
And remember for a moment
That something good can be.

She’d dance and dance,
Her arms above,
I will always know,

That girl was love.

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