Outlawfernandez

My Story

I wish this poem were prixie dust to throw into your eyes and make you see the loveliness beneath my disguise and I would take you in my arms and wave a magic spell that I could utter anytime to make you love me well. But alas my simple words are like summer rain that drums on hills and fields and hearts then vanishes again. And though my love might make you bloom you turn with fragile grace to gaze in anching loneliness at someone else's face, we lust for what we cannot have a long, unbroken chain of lovers who remain unloved and loved who love in vain. While i'm near mad with wanting you as trees must have the sun you cannot help but find a love who loves another one??