I remember so clearly that perfect evening,
when our eyes met and nothing else mattered at all
Time seemed to stand still as I became lost in her eyes,
and all those around us faded away into a sort of twilight
I became mesmerized by her inner radiance, which drew me
deeper and deeper through these windows to her heart and soul,
as wave after wave of love's promises enraptured my total being
There was no semblance of reason, nor even of understanding,
but there was the wonder and purity of feeling and believing
I'd never known such a sensation of the absolute certainty
that I was truly standing before the great love of my life
And even though that evening came to an end,
I knew I would always have those moments
to remember and cherish, no matter what

I understand the nature of your pain,
for I have been a victim of its clutches too
I wish there was something I could say to you
that would gently touch you with a healing embrace
You're so angry with the person you love who left you,
rather than understanding that the source of your pain
is that you miss your lover who is no longer with you
And, at the root of this feeling of being abandoned
is the specter of being alone and the fear of changes
And as a result, you're too enamored with self-pity
to even begin to truly desire an end to your pain,
because being a victim is easier to deal with
than understanding why you aren't together
So instead, I'll tell you some things about
how I coped with my great love leaving me
When I was rejected by someone I loved
with all my heart, passion and soul,
the pain was almost overwhelming
I spent months dealing with it
and helping myself to heal
But I was never angry with whom I loved,
just confused about why her love had gone
I searched for an understanding
by examining whom I had been and was,
which led me to whom I wanted to become
Not for the sake of trying to win her back,
but to better equip myself for the future,
as well as attempting to heal myself
For during my self-examination,
I discovered that neither of us
was right for the other one,
in spite of the fact that even now
when I see her, she still takes my breath away
But passion and lust are very poor substitutes
for a true nurturing and loving relationship
So rather than being angry at her and the world,
I discovered that by trying to understand myself
and what I truly wanted and needed,
my future prospects of finding true happiness
have been immeasurably increased
And the whole process of healing myself
began with asking the right questions
and seeking answers that were fair and truthful,
without the unnecessary and debilitating burden of anger
Therefore, I am indebted to her and her decision,
for it brought me in closer touch with myself
and to a far better and deeper understanding
of that which I value and that which I don't
And until you grasp the meaning of this poem,
you will condemn yourself to remaining
a self-fulfilling prophesy of delusion
and unrequited love

The music plays so softly with our memories,
as we just drift from one scene to another
There's such a very special kind of magic
and mysticism about the older ballads
Time itself becomes so fluid and misty,
allowing anyone to revisit other whens
Moments of passion from yesterdays
complimenting what might-have-been
An ageless realm of fantasies enacted
with the wonder of youthful imagination
First kisses which take your breath away,
and mystical moments when your eyes meet
Proudly walking hand in hand down a street,
glowing inside and aware that everyone notices
Knowing without the slightest shadow of a doubt
that this shared love is surely meant to be forever
And who's to ever really say that somewhere in time,
it doesn't happen exactly as you truly wish it would've

When I first saw the light of her aura,
it simply took my breath away
I realized instinctively that
I'd never again be whom I was
And as I looked deeply into her
wondrous and beautiful eyes,
I sensed my wants and my needs
coming together for the very first time
It was as if I was witnessing the birth
of something brand new within myself
which had been impossible to conceive
within the shadow lands of fearfulness
And, as she brought a frightened child
out of the darkness of that lonely room,
I wanted so very much to take her hand
and help her to do the same for herself
My love for her transformed my heart
and transcended my limited views of love
It began to cleanse the wounds of loneliness
born of the chains of mistrust and a lack of faith
in both myself and the motives of others around me
Then in a profoundly magical and mystical moment,
I discovered to my amazement that I had a soul after all,
and the acceptance of my soul's existence and its potential
took me to pathways and realms that I had only dreamed of
And even though she would not allow herself to take my hand
and walk into the joyful light of a new beginning for both of us,
I found that true love really can be unconditional and forever
if only one believes with all one's heart, passion, and soul

Often in the early morning hours,
long before the sunrise brings the day,
I just sit in the silence of the darkness
and weave the dreams I long to live
I know you're out there somewhere,
because I feel so mystically connected to you
And sometimes I grow so weary of waiting
for you to magically appear in my life
You already have my heart and soul
within your loving and eternal embrace,
but my passion cannot be visited on illusions
or shadows of whom you are to me
I wonder during those times of mourning
if it is truly my destiny to wait out this lifetime,
wandering alone without a home of my own
and searching for that which may not even be here
Then burning tears of sorrow run down my cheeks
to think you may have been visited by these specters too
And I wish and pray with all my being
that I could have held you during those moments
Oh, I know that somewhere in time
we will be reunited as it was always meant to be,
but how does one fill all those empty spaces
when you realize how lonely you really are
and you know with absolute certainty
that you'll never be whole without your soul mate
I have no answers for these haunting questions,
but only the faith and belief that they are real
So I softly sing to you in a symphony of love
in the hope that you will feel my essence
And I pray that you believe and trust
that one day I will find my way to you

We talk of lust—the devil’s heat of passion;
We talk of danger—the thrill of unknowns.;
We talk of love—God’s holy sanction;;
But most of all, we talk of us naked as one in a world unloved.;

I can’t say, “love at first site,”;
cause I have yet to see you.;
But my heart has touched you;
and felt its way to your desire;
to love a man neither angel or demon,;
a knight in shining armor nor a hero.;
But a man full of love and lust;
that you dear woman can devour at leisure.;

No more will we be alone;;
No more will we be without love.;
No more will we lust for another;;
No more will we sleep without the naked touch of soul and body.;
No more will be love in vain;;
No more will we live in sorrow or pain.;