During my boyhood,
I always felt alone,
All I felt was pain,
And the eyes of people all around me,
mocking me with their never ending stare.
I felt that I was destined to be alone,
So one dark night I decided to run.
The only light was coming from the moon,
And the twinkling stars,
That shine like fresh morning dew,
On a plain of grass,
Shimmering in the dark pitch sheet that covered the sky.
the night was quiet,
Except for the chirping of the crickets,
That sounded like violins.
I steadily walked down a path,
That I had walked on too many times,
Feeling sorry for myself,
My wretched mind in a haze.
Then all of the sudden in my path,
a shimmering light appeared,
And a figure stepped out of the light,
And in amazement I stood glued to the spot in awe,
At what beauty it held.
It stared at me with auburn brown eyes,
That sparkled brighter than the stars,
And brown hair softer than silk.
With lips redder than rubies,
And skin softer than the clouds and freshly fallen snow.
The figure came closer to me,
And held a hand out toward me,
And I knelt and kissed it,
And right then I felt anew.
I no longer was in pain,
But there was something flowing in my veins,
As I leaned forward,
And our lips met,
And the world was overcome with light.
I will always remember,
And never forget that dark sacred night.
