You Were Not My Choice For Love Poem by O.S. Brooks

As time moves on, a fading dawn
is all that's left of me
For I am captured by your rapture
waiting to be freed

But freedom comes at such a cost
some die before their time
I sat upon my mystic thoughts
and nearly wasted mine

A budding flower, every hour
I watched you lure them in
Then I got close to smell your rose
and I was stuck within

You were not my choice for love
By far
I'd be in Spain
Traveling my crazy world
fighting through the pain

Such perfect hips, a deadly pitch
you let me sink right in
Love should have changed my mind
last night, you welcomed me to sin

Venus, how you live your life
trapping souls with lust
Venus, how you feed your void
getting men to trust

A budding flower, every hour
I watched you lure them in
Then I got brave, and learned your named
A lovely grave, I'll spend
My days
until my light goes out
My nights
whispering hope
That my true love is not upset
That both our dreams are broke

You were not my choice for love
but love was not enough
to keep me true, atleast from you
I'll watch the stars above

For only they, complete me now
And time, not on my side
Venus, why'd you trap her too
My source of warmth, my pride

But dying dreams are all that seem
to wake us once a while
Temptation traps the souls of men
and does it with a smile

Where many try but seldom win
against the odds of lust
Where many fail as lovers do
when they run out of trust

You were not my choice for love
By far,
I'd be in France
Calming down my crazy world
learning true romance