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31

A Tale

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A tale of love, of loss, of sorrow, of gain,
a tale of friendship true, of times full of joy and pain.
A tale so wonderful, you’ll wonder if it could possibly be true,
yet I ask you to ponder. Have I ever lied to you??

Our tale begins with a prince, a fair one of his kind,
too many wanted him though, but love he failed to find.
The others wanted him for all the wrong reasons,
his power, his money, his castle, all through the seasons.

Yet he knew there was something else, something calling at him,
for all he had, he lacked so much, he lacked that one true friend.
That friend in which he could confide, and trust his whole life to,
that friend that he knew would always and forever be true.

True to him, for who he was, not what he had or could possibly be,
true to him for something else, something others simply could not see.
This prince, one day decided to leave his world alone,
he entrusted his castle to his advisors, then he was gone.

Gone on a search for the one who could fill his one and only desire,
on a search for the one who would set his heart on fire.
Could she be out there, could she possibly want to be with him?
No way to know, without letting this journey begin.

Little did he know, that in another castle, a princess felt the same way,
yet she couldn’t leave her home, her life, she was too afraid.
Too many creatures out there would come across her and rob her of her life,
then what could she do?? Who would she make a wife??

So, this princess sat alone, in her room, sad, dreaming of the one,
the one that would fill her life, make her sad days gone.
Could it be that he was out there?? Her heart said it was so,
yet, could it be that her heart was wrong. She surely did not know.

Meanwhile, the prince had journeyed long, and journeyed far,
he’d kept his disguise up, a common traveller, protecting his heart.
His search, he vowed, never would he release,
not untill he found the one who set his heart at ease.

This prince had been through it all, dealt with traps and snares,
fought ferocious wolves, slept with baby bears.
His heart still yearned, for the one who would be true,
for only she could all his troubles sooth.

He came upon a castle, this prince in beggars clothes,
looking for a shelter, yet all the doors were closed.
The rain pouring down, dry this prince wanted to be,
he found the closest shelter, underneath the nearest tree.

Upon awakening, he stumbled around with a loud **CRASH**,
his head had stumbled right into the trash.
This noise awakened our fair princess as well,
for ’twas indeed her castle, on which this prince fell.

"Guards, Guards, find me the maker of that noise", she cried,
"And bring me his head", the princess then supplied.
Off they went, in search of this dastardly villain,
for who dared attacked their princess, and lived to do it again?

This prince had stumbled, fallen into a hole,
all covered in dirt, he surely was a sight to behold.
When the guards found him, his face was filled with dismay,
for who were they?? To treat his royal highness this way??

Off, into the dungeons they went, certainly a dark and dreary place,
yet the prince was oddly warm, and then he envisioned her face.
His love, could she be here?? The one he’d been searching for so long?
his heart did seem to believe, yet it could be so very wrong.

The guards, returning to the princess found her in an oddly mood,
instead of off with his head, she now wanted to see this fool.
"What could she want with this man", they thought amongst themselves,
yet who dared question her, who could feed them to the elves.

What could they do, but bring her to see this fiend,
one standing beside her, for who knows where he’d been.
This prince still sleeping, awakened by the voice of his heart,
and then the door opened, and he was shoved so hard.

Shoved into a corner, the hands of guards so very rough,
yet silent, for he knew they’d never see enough.
His eyes, this princess saw, gazed straight into her soul,
and when they did, and only then, did they both know.

Looking into each other’s eyes, it was so very clear to see,
that there was so much more, that could set each other free.
"Let him go", this princess cried, her head buried in her hands,
for, if her heart was true, this could be romance.

She took his hand in hers, much to her guard’s dismay,
for who knew this man, whom they’d just seen today.
His face all weathered, barely even able to move,
this man took her hand and went where she showed him to.

A new world, a new beginning, this prince and princess had,
for, with each other, life could never go bad.
This life together, they never had it so good,
why would they return, even if they could??

The prince knowing what’s best for him, surely made her his wife,
the one he held, for all the rest of his life.
This princess, finally founding one who could be true,
never again did leave, her heart he could not fool.

Gather round, and lend me your ears,
for this story has a moral, that only the wise will hear.
This prince found love, but it cost him his all,
could you risk so much, let your heart make the call??

© TJW Sun Jun 24 09:22:52 CDT 2001

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Mar
31

Moths

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You are that light, that luminescent force,
driving me, compelling me, pulling my heart closer to yours.
No words are necessary, no actions are required,
for by you, my love, my heart has been inspired.

Inspired to write, inspired to sing, inspired so very many ways,
I love them all, both the good and the bad days.
For the bad days will come, as they have in the past,
but as we’ve made them through them before, we will again, for this will last.

To turn back now would be just so much of a loss,
my heart, my mind, my life would be completely lost.
For you, my love, have me so wonderfully enthralled,
I’d give my life, my heart, my soul, my very all.

Giving all, never once looking back from where I came,
for you are all that matters, I could never be the same.
Without you by my side, without your touch every day,
my life would be so empty, so cold, so plain and vague.

Thank you my love for the time you’ve given to me,
I pray to the gods above that somehow you can be free.
Free from those bonds that hold you, free from all your pain,
free my dear to let me love you again.

© 01/07/02 TJW

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Mar
31

My Heart

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Your words, your thoughts, I feel them all the same
calling out to me, to hear you call my name.
The joy of my life, my heart is holding you in my arms
never leaving, always loving, you have me completely charmed.

My heart, I feel your pain, each and every day
I hear your cries, want to help in every way.
To you, my love I give with no hope of ‘er wanting back
for to lose your love, my life would just be black.

As black as night, without a star above,
this is how my heart would be without your love.
Your love my inspiration, which keeps me going on,
your love my solace, when everything else is wrong.

Tho future unsecure, in my heart you’ll always stay
your place secure, in each and every way.
To love another, as I have you, could never truly be done
for when it’s dark, to my heart, you’re the very sun.

© Sat Jun 23 23:51:04 CDT 2001

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Mar
31

The Bond

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Slowly, drawn together like two pieces of a puzzle,
finally realizing that their purpose and goal.
Resisting, only slightly, fearing any trouble,
yet needing each other to make us whole.

The closeness, the almost oneness amazes even me,
that someone as wonderful as her could share her love.
With someone like me, just what could she possibly see,
yet it’s there, shown, given, clear as the stars above.

Her hand I take, this journey we’ve far from begun,
a journey into the depths of each other.
All of my defenses, she’s skillfully, wonderfuly undone,
my heart is hers, could never belong to another.

This bond has taken us through so very much together,
without her, I feel as if I’m missing a deep part.
A part of my soul, my life, a part of forever,
for that’s how long she’ll remain in my heart.

A true and wonderful treasure she is,
someone who can make me smile at her very thought.
Someone who’s changed my life, turned it into bliss,
a love I thought I’d once forgot.

This bond, unlike any other I’ve ever seen,
drawing us in, closer to our thoughts.
All of me I want to share with her it seems,
till this love ties me up in knots.

So many things to say, so very few ways,
my love for her seems to ever abound.
This bond strengthening that every day,
in her, a true treasure I’ve found.

Thank you, I love you, I need you, hardly seem enough
when considering everything she’s ever done.
Yet the words they fail me, emotions very tough,
my heart, so scared it wants to run.

Afraid of the past, the future, all it’s ever known,
afraid of this bond, the closeness between us.
Yet, it wants to stay, to let true love be shown,
else this love crumble into dust.

This bond not made by man, a truly wonderful thing,
where will it take us? Where will we end??
Those and so many more questions, my mind would bring,
yet who would ever know just what lies around that bend?

Closeness, oneness, feeling so very right,
her hand in mine, this bond would lead us on.
Touching, feeling, walking into the night,
where we go, completely up to this loving bond.

© 06/20/01 TJW

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Mar
31

Unsure

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My heart, it aches for the times we spent together,
the past, the love we shared, how I’ll cherish that forever.
Yet, is it possible? How can love exist when one is never around,
when she says she loves me, those feelings, they abound.

Yet her words, mere words, her actions speak otherwise,
always away, never near, as far from me as the skies.
Her love, the most wonderful thing in the world to me,
yet does it even matter, will this ever be??

I love her more than myself, my own life I’d give for hers,
yet, in the end, how does she feel, does she know how this hurts?
The pain, cuts deeper than my heart will ever know,
for her love I’d do anything, I’d love to see this grow.

In pain, in sorrow, I sit and wait another day,
hoping, wishing for her, I sit alone and pray.
Pray to the gods that she is safe, that she return to me,
yet is it possible, how can this even be?

For love to grow, one must be present and near,
how I long for that, for the one I love so dear.
I know her agony, I feel her pain, each and every day,
how I long to hold her, to take her very pain away.

Understanding, trust, my faith is completely in her,
yet each moment not aroud her, there goes a piece of my world.
I love her completely and totaly, with her I’m so in love,
she’s the one, my angel, sent to me from those above.

My world is hers, it’s so hard for me to understand,
how something so simple could turn into something so grand.
Yet, love is not without its cost, a price that I must pay,
for me, this price is patience, I guess I must learn to wait.

Her love, my life, finally, in her I’ve found the one,
the one that would be for me, I pray she doesn’t run.
Her love, my life, her hand I’d take in mine,
To comfort her, to hold her, that love in her I’ll find.

© 01/05/02 TJW

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Mar
31

Torn Within

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My heart, it aches for the times we spent together,
the past, the love we shared, how I’ll cherish that forever.
Yet, is it possible? How can love exist when one is never around,
when she says she loves me, those feelings, they abound.

Yet her words, mere words, her actions speak otherwise,
always away, never near, as far from me as the skies.
Her love, the most wonderful thing in the world to me,
yet does it even matter, will this ever be??

I love her more than myself, my own life I’d give for hers,
yet, in the end, how does she feel, does she know how this hurts?
The pain, cuts deeper than my heart will ever know,
for her love I’d do anything, I’d love to see this grow.

In pain, in sorrow, I sit and wait another day,
hoping, wishing for her, I sit alone and pray.
Pray to the gods that she is safe, that she return to me,
yet is it possible, how can this even be?

For love to grow, one must be present and near,
how I long for that, for the one I love so dear.
I know her agony, I feel her pain, each and every day,
how I long to hold her, to take her very pain away.

Understanding, trust, my faith is completely in her,
yet each moment not aroud her, there goes a piece of my world.
I love her completely and totaly, with her I’m so in love,
she’s the one, my angel, sent to me from those above.

My world is hers, it’s so hard for me to understand,
how something so simple could turn into something so grand.
Yet, love is not without its cost, a price that I must pay,
for me, this price is patience, I guess I must learn to wait.

Her love, my life, finally, in her I’ve found the one,
the one that would be for me, I pray she doesn’t run.
Her love, my life, her hand I’d take in mine,
To comfort her, to hold her, that love in her I’ll find.

© 01/05/02 TJW

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Mar
31

Stormy Times

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Once certain of true love, this heart plunged itself deep within,
only to find that this love had another, the problems show up again.
Deep within my heart, the longing, the waiting, found itself another "friend",
when so much more was sought, so very much, the journey must yet again begin.

The storm brewing inside my heart, the direction it must go, as always unsure,
the love it holds for her, is it returned, is it so very pure?
Yes, my heart, I love her very much, to the end we will endure,
yet, is there an end, a closing, so very insecure.

Yes, I love her, my heart cries each and every day,
but does she love me? Or is it all in vain??
Her love so needed, so sought, in each and every way,
could it be?? Is it possible, that this is just a game?

A game of the heart is not one to be taken lightly,
for where the heart is concerned, pain is very likely.
Deep, throbbing, stabbing pain, from which it can recover slightly,
yet true recovery takes years, daily, even nightly.

Oh, I love her so very very much, the heart would so reply,
but, does she return the love, does she wonder or care to deny.
The heart would know the truth, not some every day old lie,
for the heart can see all, and will most certainly not be shy.

Boldness, untamed, the heart reaches out in one final, desperate plea.
love, take my hand, forever, walk with me.
Through the shadows, a love will be found, or will be lost, set free.
the answer, only one can know, the end, one can surely see.

The ending of the storm, right up ahead,
the bright light of the tunnel, clouds clearing right again.
Yet, will the sun shine, and love will it begin,
or will the sky be dark, and love be "just a friend".
© 06/15/01 TJW

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Mar
31

Michelle

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True beauty lies within. Without can show so very many lies
the heart, the soul of one, where the truth can be so often seen.
True beauty, the kind you have carries absolutely no disguise,
Never vain, always humble, never too obscene.

more wonderful, more sweet than morning sunrise.
Your beauty more intense, growing, every day,
more and more, it takes me by surprise.

but even more than that, you’re you.
That my dear, is what true beauty’s all about,
and every day, your beauty shines through.

© TJW Wed Jun 6 05:48:16 CDT 2001

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Mar
31

I Had A Dream

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The person behind the voice was so small I could barely see,
yet it didn’t take too long to realize she was a faerie.
She’d come to tell me of a true and wonderful love I’d find,
how right she was, I’d find out only in time.

This faerie swore to me that she was on her way,
that her voice would be like honey, soothing with all she’d say.
Her personality, so fiery, so beautiful, with her, I’d feel at home,
she promised me once I met her I’d never again be alone.

This dream seemed just that, untill the day that I met her,
the one, my love, I’d give my very world for.
For in my life, never a more beautiful woman have I found,
your spirit, your life, your heart, all never fail to astound.

For you, this love is given, completely and all,
in you, my love, I am completely and totally enthralled.
Your voice, so wonderfully sweet, I can never get enough,
your personality, your heart, with all of you I am in love.

This dream of mine, tho parts may be untold,
has finally come true, in you it all unfolds.
I love you my dear, I’d give my very all,
to hold you tightly in my arms, to catch you when you fall.

© 01/06/2002 TJW © 01/06/02 TJW

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Mar
31

Alone

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My love will always be here, to take your hand and guide you through,
for that is what love is, that is how much I love you.
Your wish, my love, is my very single command, you call and I’ll be there.
At your every beck and call my dear, anytime, love, anywhere.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, to show you my love,
for you certainly are that angel, that beauty sent from above.
From wherever you came, I thank the gods that you I’ve found,
for life, it’s just not life when you’re not around.

My love, my life, with you I know is complete,
forever, just a short time, too short with you, my sweet.
For you are the essence, the breath that is my life,
you are the one for me, the one I’d hold so tight.

Not just empty words, but promises , I make to you,
to you, my love, these promises I’ll keep, and so much more too.
For you are my happiness, my joy, my true and only friend,
you are my essence, my beginning and my end.

All of this and so very very much more, my dear,
I’d give my life, to hold you oh so near.
After reading through this, please know that you’re my one,
that you should never worry about going through life alone.

© 01/06/02 TJW

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