Gone "Cross Eyed"

A Fine Refusal

With jet black hair as smooth as night is to the sight of sly

His lips mellifluous as honey, a silent voice within his eye

Deep they be and hard to read as I sat upon my seat

As words disclose a criptic scene it's bondage chains he verily freed

Our future said he is as he presented his plea

Is a river of happieness upon a shining sea

With only you and me in what I forsee

and no interuptions  in our ecstasy

For life is short until deaths port  part us forever more

And love shall give you meaning to live with what I have in store

Pray come with me, and happy I'll make thee as we create our golden gate

Our heaven on earth and joy  I'll sustain, for surely this is your  fate

But nay! Said I as I pondered my tone,

For to him my words would prove be drone

Yet say them I must and to the Lord delivery trust

For surely this seeker saw only man's dust

After a pause for His guidance I strove,

I finally spoke after a prayer to above

LOVE DOES NOT GIVE PURPOSE TO LIFE

BUT THE PURPOSE OF LIKE GIVES MEANING TO LOVE