Michelle Lee and Me
The World really doesn't understand people like us,
People who walk around with holes in their hearts
And take comfort in what others see as sin....
They don't feel the emptiness inside of us,
Or notice the cold hardness of the world we live in.
Life is too unkind for us to live without some comfort,
A warm smile, a caring embrace, a gentle touch
That awakens the hunger within.
Love starved, neglected, overlooked for the most part,
We feed our souls on whatever we find, again and again.
We each have dreams and hopes, like anyone else,
Though we are afraid to believe or to trust.
Our hearts, like our faith, have been broken.
Too many times life's promises proved untrue;
Too many times we were deceived by women and men.
So don't question what we feel or do,
Don't judge, don't even try to understand.
It isn't your place to accept or condemn.
Leave us alone when we're happy as you do when we're sad;
We only take what we need to get by in this life so uncertain.
People who walk around with holes in their hearts
And take comfort in what others see as sin....
They don't feel the emptiness inside of us,
Or notice the cold hardness of the world we live in.
Life is too unkind for us to live without some comfort,
A warm smile, a caring embrace, a gentle touch
That awakens the hunger within.
Love starved, neglected, overlooked for the most part,
We feed our souls on whatever we find, again and again.
We each have dreams and hopes, like anyone else,
Though we are afraid to believe or to trust.
Our hearts, like our faith, have been broken.
Too many times life's promises proved untrue;
Too many times we were deceived by women and men.
So don't question what we feel or do,
Don't judge, don't even try to understand.
It isn't your place to accept or condemn.
Leave us alone when we're happy as you do when we're sad;
We only take what we need to get by in this life so uncertain.
Bonnie
I remember the first time that we met
How you looked at me and smiled,
Not yet knowing the course that fate had set
For you, not yet woman, not quite child.
Before you I stood a lonely man
Of years far past your own,
And you gave to me what only you can,
The love that no other had ever shown.
Your raven hair, your eyes of blue,
Your softest skin of snowy white,
Your lips so tender of rosey hue
Enchanted me that summer night.
And from that moment on I knew
My life would never be the same,
For the love that I felt in my heart was true
When into my life that day you came.
And now, together, our souls entertwined
We love and ponder eternity,
Thinking not of that which has undermined
What once we thought a certainty.
How you looked at me and smiled,
Not yet knowing the course that fate had set
For you, not yet woman, not quite child.
Before you I stood a lonely man
Of years far past your own,
And you gave to me what only you can,
The love that no other had ever shown.
Your raven hair, your eyes of blue,
Your softest skin of snowy white,
Your lips so tender of rosey hue
Enchanted me that summer night.
And from that moment on I knew
My life would never be the same,
For the love that I felt in my heart was true
When into my life that day you came.
And now, together, our souls entertwined
We love and ponder eternity,
Thinking not of that which has undermined
What once we thought a certainty.
Rose
My Kentucky Rose, sweet bloom of youth,
Growing wild - careless of neglect,
No fairer flower have I found in truth
Than she who delights with every aspect.
How many roads have I travelled in search of her?
Down how many wayward paths have I been misled?
Always overlooking one place or another
Ever wandering the wrong byways instead.
While all along in the open she stood
No hidden treasure lost, to be exhumed,
Just a wild rambling rose growing where she would,
With fragrance so sweet my heart it consumed.
And seeing her, I longed to possess her,
To plant her in a garden of my own,
Where I could enjoy her blossoms forever,
My wild Kentucky Rose by happenstance sown.
From her native soil I carefully took her
And with the greatest of care I brought her home,
my wild sweet Rose with patience to nurture,
To find her, no more this world must I roam.
Growing wild - careless of neglect,
No fairer flower have I found in truth
Than she who delights with every aspect.
How many roads have I travelled in search of her?
Down how many wayward paths have I been misled?
Always overlooking one place or another
Ever wandering the wrong byways instead.
While all along in the open she stood
No hidden treasure lost, to be exhumed,
Just a wild rambling rose growing where she would,
With fragrance so sweet my heart it consumed.
And seeing her, I longed to possess her,
To plant her in a garden of my own,
Where I could enjoy her blossoms forever,
My wild Kentucky Rose by happenstance sown.
From her native soil I carefully took her
And with the greatest of care I brought her home,
my wild sweet Rose with patience to nurture,
To find her, no more this world must I roam.
April
Pale enchantress, silent as the grave;
Wild, untamed, like a fairy-child,
Never accepting the love that I gave
Only perplexing my heart beguiled.
No other could ever take your place
For you alone are of my soul,
Your graceful limbs, your perfect face,
Only these can make me whole
Yet from my embrace you would flee
And leave me alone in despair
Wondering if ever again I will see
Your chestnut eyes, your raven hair.
Were you even real or just a dream?
A haunting vision to drive me mad?
Like some beautiful mirage you seem,
Beyond all that I have ever had.
Could I ever perchance be so blessed
As to hold you in my arms again
Or feel your lips against mine pressed
If only your heart I knew how to win.
And so I sit and await the day
When your hand again I may hold
Never knowing what I should say
Hoping I have not grown too old.
Wild, untamed, like a fairy-child,
Never accepting the love that I gave
Only perplexing my heart beguiled.
No other could ever take your place
For you alone are of my soul,
Your graceful limbs, your perfect face,
Only these can make me whole
Yet from my embrace you would flee
And leave me alone in despair
Wondering if ever again I will see
Your chestnut eyes, your raven hair.
Were you even real or just a dream?
A haunting vision to drive me mad?
Like some beautiful mirage you seem,
Beyond all that I have ever had.
Could I ever perchance be so blessed
As to hold you in my arms again
Or feel your lips against mine pressed
If only your heart I knew how to win.
And so I sit and await the day
When your hand again I may hold
Never knowing what I should say
Hoping I have not grown too old.