The Tragedy Is...

The tragedy is... when one finds himself alone, relying on dreams that die before they are being born; seasons renew themselves, his hasty years can't otherwise! Love gently strokes with indelible joy the portrait of happy faces, and its colors blend in to immortalize those realistic images: by placing roses in the hands of an elegant lady; grant her lifetime' wish, love her with dignity! The tragedy is... having a lot to say, but afraid to speak words, all the while she awaited your approval of indecisive lover; constantly checking the mail-box for another letter! Showers of confetti swirling in the festive air so delusional... is a parade of an urealized thought to attract the trivial imagination, see reality as it is: earn trust by being more caring and lovable; fulfill her needs, and she will satisfy yours with true intention! The tragedy is... most men wait for that opportunity to open up, to reveal the sensitive side of the their fearful and silent heart; and keeping affection from their women, can cost them much happiness! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci