My soul, all of sudden, was clearly struck,
By the thoughts of him I think day and night;
I looked up the moon,long for him alright.
In nights like this without him, I'm moon-struck,
Oh, what I would give,to have him again, back
When my heart breaks silently,with much pain
Am I paying a high price for my sins?
Knowing full well,nights can be as jet black.
And nothing will remain occult forever,
'Cause truth illuminates things bright
Overpowering evil spirits and darkness
Giving us instead serene peace wherever
We permit sweet and true love be designed
By mutual truth and respect and none less.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2003
