Swelling With Pride

This is a breezy and starry night, with no strange sounds to induce its mystery; lingering with sadness is the loneliest heart opening the pages of an unfinished diary... as I sit alone drinking my bitter wine, but it should be sweet to make me feel fine! Has anyone seen me swelling with pride, wrapping my arms around her hips and pressing on her soft and scented lips... until my wild kisses would make my sweetheart fall: wasting not a minute to convince her how I felt inside? How could her jealousy have been the cause of imagination? I couldn't help being noticed by ladies of indiscretion... if I resembled an Adonis standing on a pedestal! Should I find anyone to explain this rage with easiness? Would anyone be willing to stand by me and allow me to be the kind of lover I try to be, or let me die without ever knowing the feeling of fullness? I still wait by the doogwood tree where that pretty star stood still... giving us another reason to stay longer by the glimmering waters of the river! This is a peaceful and wonderful night hearing the invisible crickets share their delight; I lie beneath the shadows of tall trees, and make my wish for more dreams: hoping to never feel this cold, being fully loved and understood... Consumed by incomprehension, somehow swelling with pride, and yet I rest amid the dreams of incompletion; my restless spirit has wings to soar high, but it needs the strongest wind to lift it up... and make it float 'till it can't stop!