A lurch in a church.
A significant smile.
Those beautiful eyes
you use to beguile.
What words are these,
flowing from my mind?
Neither helpful or hurtful,
perhaps even not unkind.
"I like you not", to me she said,
but I'd like you much more,
if you'd change your head
of hair, that you currently wear,
when out and about,
but I'd still love you,
of that there's no doubt.
Sit by my side, she did say.
Stay close to me, please
and don't go away.

The ebb and flow
of living life,
from overpowering love
to increasing strife,
captures one's thoughts again,
filled with days of Sun
and nights of rain.
A battle will rage within
as we mortal people,
will decide to win,
the grandeur of this land,
will be captured once more
for the enduring glory of man.

The worst thing said,
The worst thing heard,
"Get off your high horse
And join the Herd."

It was there,
in front of me.
I don't know why,
I couldn't see.