My Poetess, My Troubadour

I am just a troubadour

a simple man of songs

unsure of where I'm going to

Not sure where I belong

I look at you, your golden hair

I gaze upon your face.

Please take my hand, oh lady fair

and fill the empty space.

I am just a poetess

A lover of sweet words.

I speak of life, so lyrical

the secrets of my heart.

I seek a truth that few have seen

The journey is my own.

I go my way in solitude

I travel all alone.

When contemplating o'er my tapestries

the feelings just aren't there.

The loves I've written of are fantasies

illusive as the air.

You beckon me with words you weave

with dreams you lay to rhyme.

And oh to be a dream you have

your poet for all time.

And in the middle of my melodies

I sometimes lose the words.

With you beside me I find harmony

a song I've never heard.

If you could be my perfect love

and tell me of love's peace.

My days with you would be enough.

My longings then would cease.

I'm not the kind you've known before.

a lover like the wind,

My love grows stronger every day

a gift forever sent.

Living life apart in loneliness

would never be the same.

Come and wrap me in your tenderness

and whisper soft my name.

And if it should be we fall away

Our time is not too long.

I'll write of you in my poetry.

And you will be my song.