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Old Sol shines bright upon the morning dew.
The gentle breezes grasps the leaves to and fro.
And still my only thoughts wander to you.
My lady of floral brightness and glow.
Still a mystery you are to me.
Is it because of the pain you hide behind your eyes?
Or is what you think I want of thee?
Or are you afraid of other men's lies?
When I catch the flicker in your eye.
I have to wonder "Is it answer to my quest?"
I don't know what to think but only to wonder why.
Is there some sort of test that you request?
I see that you smile.
Do you think of me?
Do I put it there for a while?
There's questions you see.
Yet the only thing I want of you.
Is for you to be happy and free.
To wander the universes true.
With or without me.
I play the warrior, the fool, the bard
And the wanderer upon the land.
Playing the merryandrew for those who find life hard.
Searching for the touch of a gentle hand.
You might find me playing a flute.
Or writing a poem or sonnet.
Or even play a lute.
With my every thought of you upon it.
My lovely lady of coal black hair.
And effulgent eyes of mahogany.
With lustrous lips and skin so fair.
With adventurous heart I look upon thee.
What is a Man to say when he looks upon a vision.
For a vision you certainly are to me.
For a length my heart has been in prison.
Far in the depths of wild entangle sea.
Just a warm smile from you.
And the bars that held it melted away.
I travel upon your space born a new.
Wondering what forth brings the new day.
Some don't know the pricelessness of a lady fair.
Or the worth of the jewel in hand.
They throw chance to the wind and air.
And frown out the honor of their stand.
What doeth mean the rose in your hand?
It means a promise and a vow.
No matter how far the fool wanders the land.
The bard will always be with thou.
The warrior gives you his honor and desire.
The wanderer only searches for thee.
The minstrel sings you a song on his lyre.
While the pirate brings you gold from the sea.
What saith you Lady floral brightness and glow?
To the answer of the rose.
What is your wishes and desire so?
Doesth thou wish love's heartwarmth grows?
Copyright 1991 TimeMasters SciFi and Beyond Productions and Copyright 1993 Elf/Dwarf Productions.
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