Being a Man and a Lover
Being a man, being a lover who
is long away from shore and woman's touch,
I find I hear the music flat, a true
and vibrant chord is missing, struck so much
it's lost its power, all my nights are spent
in restless agony and troubling dreams
abound, I think, I wonder what is meant
in keeping all her smiles; so cruel it seems.
But wait I will, I'll be with mine and mine
alone, the touch you bring is worth the lot,
a hundred years a day it's all the time
it's all the same to me, for time cannot
remove you from my thoughts or take my old
and breathing strength, It's Real, or this I'm told.
Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2017
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