A Storm In Heaven, Sections 7-12
But on this night he saw so clearly before
His eyes would not leave the sight at the door
Graceful and gorgeous the girl who appeared
As a storm brewed outside and the heavens had teared
And so Lyla Dawson made acquaintance of the boy
So stunned by her beauty he could not employ
The use of his speech, but had not the words for the scene
He was enrapt so wholly, in the eyes of this queen
Deep blue seas, the pair gleamed like stars
Spangled in the sunshine as the shield of old Mars
And forever he wanted to bask in those oceans
to gaze on the crystalline pools of emotions
But more was there to see on that unforgettable face
Like the glowing smile that in his heart took its place
Sweet creamy light from between velvet lips
Of ruby shaded pouting with her hands on her hips
And yes her body was immaculate to behold
Even I admit I know what he saw was gold
From her proud lovely bosom to her nail polished toes
She carried the look it would seem of a rose
Freshly picked thorns intact from Babylon’s garden
Vivacious colors that would beg a man’s pardon
And to this siren’s call the painter did flock
When her voice carried gently from her faraway rock
Oh Ryan Adams was moonstruck from the first
No other lovely maiden could ever quench his thirst
Miss Lyla so swiftly had stolen his heart clear away
That she would one day be his he would often pray
Her kindness compounding his affection for her grace
And her character made a mark no other could erase
His attachment was iron, and his determination steel
Nothing could deter him that his love wasn’t real
Yet obstacles stood as great mountains between them
Tragic pitfalls aplenty faced before his shining gem
Her beauty had not gone unnoticed by others
Other young Casanovas, our dove hunting brothers
Many took their aims at the radiant target girl
And Ryan could not help but watch their plots unfurl
Young womanizing thugs beckoning into the dark
And several times she dove down with a shark
Jealous and worried rapt Ryan swallowed rage
No good to chastise a woman of her age
Stubborn and tameless as their kind tend to be
My brother wished to watch her in her drunken majesty
And thwart the wicked suitors who dared approach her side
Where he would stand guardian bursting with great pride
And so he could win her, if time but it took
Someday she would see him and finally take a look
Copyright © Chris Kane Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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