Condemned Am I condemned to love in vain And shed my tears of grief like rain? Am I condemned to love in vain And feel the scorch of endless pain Imprisoned in this barren cell, In which no love shall ever dwell? Is love so rare, so hard to find? Or - am I to its light so blind? Or, is it that for me it seems I'll only find my love in dreams? My past exists within a mist Of lying eyes much reminisced; And through reflection on my youth, I've found that love was lacking truth. My past a haze of many brief And childish loves encased in grief, Which serve as lessons badly learned; Of seeking love so deeply yearned. In time my sentence has expired, Love once condemned, now so desired, Ignites to dry my rainlike tears Its flame consuming all my fears. I feel the presence of reprieve, For in your eyes, my own perceive Another heart, whose love is sealed, And though condemned, prepared to yield. Compelled by you to break this bond And taste the love for which we've longed, I hope and pray we reap the bliss I know exists in our first kiss. My faith in love, through you restored; Requires you - its sole reward; With your consent these bonds shall break, Once freed; Our love shall germinate. Are we condemned to love in vain? Or with each other start again? Our purpose now - should be to serve This wonderous love we both deserve. march, 2001 |