Optimism

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Am I the only one who cries,
when music soars and stirs the heart;
or golden voice in euphoric rise;
a lover’s song before they part.

 

Am I the only one who tries,
to dab the tears before they fall.
when love and all emotion dies
– to fuel the heartache in us all.

 

Do others weep in deep surprise,
when visions tear the soul in two;
by artful beauty framed in sighs,
or wondrous nature, dark in hue.

 

When hope is gone it’s in my eyes,
for one who wears his heart on sleeve;
who’s world is gone with no reprise;
who’s left alone to cry and grieve.

 

And will it be at my demise,
at drama’s death for love gone wrong.
With heaving chest one can’t disguise,
the grieving hope for one last song.

 

My tears are real, they tell no lies,
I cannot help the ones I shed,
at deep despair; of sad goodbye’s,
without relief when love is dead.

 

But wait – for without warning up it flies,
our human spirits rise above.
A new day dawns with stunning skies;
I’m ready once again for love.

 

I’m ready for the lows and highs
of love’s sweet dance and tête-à-tête.
For all the things that love implies,
I’m ready now; I cannot wait.

 

Once more I yearn to know those ties,
that bind two lovers, hearts and minds.
A love from which one cannot prize,
until the end of time unwinds.

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