mikeal

my lady o lady

oh my lady o lady

your eyes look through my soul

from me something precious you stole 

my tounge i cannot control

poetry cannot describe truly

for such my words unworthy 

your angelic devine beauty 

and ur hair so curly

as i saw u from afar 

the cold wind brought to me 

the scent of your hair

sitting in a rickety wheel chair 

strumming a simple guitar

 a heart like broken glass

something which i could never repair

i noticed somethin that day 

to which before i was unaware 

when she shed her tears

even the heavens weep in despair

and she sang to me 

in a voice so sweet 

from my broken body 

the pain would excrete

once again i felt so free

like never before complete 

i would clap to a beat 

and screm with joy encore 

and she would repeat 

in her voice so sweet 

i would ask her to dance 

and we did 

her standing on my feet