. . . the endless road.
It's all a pack of lies.
It matters not how many tries
I attempt. I fail. I despise.
I hate. I loathe. I love.
Two sides of the same page
So close yet so different
One you gain through time & age
The other because you're Hell-bent.
She has the beauty of Helen and more
Launching 1000 fleets of ships
From the beautiful shores
Formed by her lips
Her face is like the full moon,
Beautiful with its pale glow
2 stars twinkling out
Like diamonds in the snow.
A thorn-less white rose
Pushing out its new-born bloom
Purity of heart, purity of soul
It'll all be gone all too soon
Out of my life forever
She'll soon go
I'll think of her always
As I walk the endless road.
©1997 Jason R. Cunningham
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