Paths of Destiny©
The Original Works of "The Rose"
Reflections©
Cherish
To
hold dear.
To
preserve with affection.
This
is our friendship,
And
what it means to me.
So
damned with desire
An
affliction of mind
That
brings me here
Only
to find
A
friend who listens
Who
does not judge
Who
understands me
And
doesn't begrudge
Who
gives of heart
And lends an ear
And
shares frustration
I
found you here
And
should we never
Meet
face to face
Always
know
You
have found a place
Here
within
This
heart of mine
Friends
forever
Till
the end of time...
The Rose 112401830pm
©2001 Virgil G. Richards
Sometimes
Sometimes,
I sit in the darkness and wonder
Why
am I here?
Sometimes,
I think about things
I
wish I had done.
Sometimes,
I think I have no purpose
No
greater goal.
Sometimes,
I walk alone in the night
Wondering,
Who am I?
Sometimes,
The answer doesn’t come.
© 2003 Virgil G. Richards
121520030218pm
I Remember a Time
As I sit here in the shadow of a memory
Reminiscing of an easier time
A time when I felt as a man should
Strong, invincible, and in command
A time when it was okay to feel pain
As long as you didn’t let it show
A time when my vision was clear
And my voice strong and powerful
A time when I could please a lover
And had a lover to please…
As I sit here in the shadows
I desire...
© 2003 Virgil G. Richards
074420030305pm
You
Don’t Know Me
You
don’t know me, the man that I am
What
I think, what I feel, or the fact that I can
You
don’t know my dreams, my desires, my whims,
You
don’t know my hurt, my compassion, and my sins…
You
don’t know the man, that sometimes cries,
That
struggles with morals and tells little white lies
You
don’t know the man that you kiss in the morn
And
again in the eve, when he’s tired, and worn.
You
don’t know the man, that lies by your side
And
stares into the night with eyes open wide.
You
don’t know the man that longs for a touch
A
simple caress without words says so much.
You
don’t know the man, or the words that he writes
And
you don’t understand when he walks in the night
You
don’t know the troubles he must face every day
How
he longs, how he wishes he could find his way…
You
don’t know the man, or the depth of his love
How
sometimes he prays, to the man up above.
How
he asks for forgiveness, and the humbleness in his eyes
When
he sinks to his knees with his face to the skies.
You
don’t know the man that would give of his life
To
save that of his children’s, or that of his wife.
You
don’t know the man, how he worries, how he cares
The
husband, the father, the keeper, that is always there.
No,
you don’t know me, the man that I am…
The
Rose 10142001900pm
Copyright 2001
Virgil
G. Richards
Puedes Nunca Saber,
Puedes nunca saber,
Cómo tocaste mi vida,
Cómo me ahorraste en una época de la necesidad.
Puedes nunca saber,
La profundidad de mi gratitud,
O la convicción de mi amistad.
Puedes nunca saber,
La verdad dentro de mi alma,
O la angustia no vista de un corazón culpable.
La Rose 0423071115am
Copyright 2007
Virgil G. Richards
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