What is the use of wasting time,
Patience is a virtue – I cannot rhyme,
I lay my heart upon the bed,
Of roses and glass within my head.
I know only love, I long to hear –
The sound of my lover – my dear,
Who is that one that hankers my touch?
Who is that one I long so much?
“Who indeed,” the sad man cries,
Did I hear a sound within those eyes?
It cannot be – a song of lust,
It can only be – a woman I trust.
Chorus:
For she will shine and be divine,
A lady of truth – so fine.
For she will shine and be divine,
A lady of truth – so fine.
For this is a song we’ve heard before,
It is not unique, but a sorry score,
A lamentation of things gone wrong,
As the sad man writes his sad love song.
He hopes and dreams knows no bounds,
His heart is filled with sweet colors and sounds,
He longs for answers and serendipity,
But wonders: “will she ever come to me?”
Oh yes indeed, it is in the tarot,
Overflowing cups of love, you know.
Be strong and courageous and walk your truth,
“Blessings are upon you,” says the eternal Youth.
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