By Anthony Towsley (Towsley@Flash.net)
Date: 10 August 1997

The loneliness and the pain

Oh God how this loneliness crushes
Upon my heart like talons,
Of some monstrous beast.
I cry silent, slowly but sure
My life is draining upon 
That shores of loneliness

Your face stares out and comforts me
Of something made of flaxen grace
The images make the wait 
A hellish, beautifully tormenting state
Yet I know I crave them 
Here in this place.

Of your life I know but naught
Yet how connected I feel
These strange emotions do have appeal
But crush and burn without you near

My minds screams I must have you
Is this a foolish man's dream?
No, No, that can't be
Your love is pure, untainted.
Silven without prior commitments lost

Why do I love thee
Only the cruel dark knows for true
It's impenetrable maze holds this secret tight
And deigns not to bless me with insight
I can only know what I feel, 
And pray your hearts burns too

All I know my dear,
Is that the love is true
And if you condescend to bless 
My poor life by willingness
Becoming of my wife
I will forever be yours
Until I breathe that fateful breath
And taste no more of life

Together we can find the key
To our future happiness
For you, I will always be true
For the gods know this
Which beats within my breast
Is honorable and pure

If thee love me, by some scrap,
Deliver the sign to me
And willing to be my wife
Send this sign with heaven's grace
I wish to join with you,
By taking half our lives 
And merging into one!