I am a magic man to her needs,
She is my shooting star in this world,
I am complexity in her honest life,
She is my peaceful spirit, so calm her love.
I am a wounded eagle, too confusing for her simple mind,
She is an open book, to my unlearned self,
I am a divided soul to her frail heart,
She straightens all paths, in this twisted life I lead.
I am unsure of love, this much she knows,
When she laughs, angels draw near and smile,
I have failed her once, twice and thrice,
She silences the hasty words of jealous critics.
I am but two-faced about how much I care,
Her love can bind us both, through difficult times,
I am her joy, her life’s unyielding hope, her beloved,
She is my purest dream come true; but her love belongs to another.
I am that which brings comfort to her folding heart,
She is that which I cannot seek out, and beloved! I cannot be to her!
By Julius Fa