I mourn a loss that I would take back
As I have waited oh so long,
but it seems you are gone from me...
Farewell! You are too dear for my possessing,
And like enough you know your estimate;
That measure of your worth gives you releasing;
My bonds in you are all determinate.
For how do I hold you but by your granting?
And for those riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
Thyself you gave, your own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom you gave it, else mistaking;
So your great gift, with freedom growing,
Comes home again, with better judgment making.
Thus have I had you, as a dream does flatter?
In sleep a king, but in waking no such matter.
After morning, comes evening and perchance
Forever d r e a m i n g.........
The NeverEnding Search goes on...
I have a wish that all was
Life does not always honor
Yet, we still dream and hope
What is there left if we do
Is what we get all there is?
For We Make Our Own REALITY!