Full Moon Light

I stand staring at my tombstone thur eire full moon light,
Snowy white seamless beams illuminate this lonely night,
For I am ready to end this forlorn existence called life,

To plunge in my heart a dagger more chilling than death,
Yes 'tis coals of love burned out that is hiding in my chest,
Is not hard to open wounds to flow passion and my soul,

Blood flowing warmly down my chest, like a woman's touch,
Emotions have flowed from my soul many times before,
Each time it takes longer to heal, to regain real feelings,

My body is feeling cold, lips dry, missing a warm wet kiss,
Tombstone is glistening with the elixir of life, that is love,
Falling to my knees, hand slipping from the dagger, I rest,

I lay feeling the hand of death, turning to see full moon light,
You may ask what is the dagger more chilling than death,
The dagger is fear of never finding someone to share your love,

To be alone, never to feel a woman's touch, passion in a kiss,
Suddenly out of the moonlit mist, a shadow of a woman resides,
Silver hair shining in full moon light, she removes the dagger,

Touching the wound in my chest, sealing it up with her hand,
Kissing me I feel passion flowing into my body from within her,
As she holds me in her arms warming me with all I desire,

Laying on the tombstone the dagger of fear is turned to dust,
Scattered by the wind of love on this eve of full moon light.