A Simple Ride - Poem by Sammy Meadows
A simple ride
I dare not decline
To cast out my lover's eyes.
My lover's eyes
I shall declare
Tempt me not
To lust or stare.
My Love for Him,
For the way I love
Was marked of sin.
Dare mistake my love for sin,
I am outcast, a loveless thing
Yet, a Foolish Child, I let go.
Oh How beautiful, Truth shall not know.
How something so sinful could be so pure
I cannot understand, but must endure
The honest gaze of my lover's eyes
Would cast away from sin, assured
How could it be
A sin in me
For I was raised on Love and Joy
For I was raised a foolish boy.
In truth I find, a simple farce
That love is blind, a gift and curse
For sin I must, dead loveless lies
Oh, how I miss my lover's eyes.
So perfect a being, an image of God
The only words he knew were love
It's a shame that my faith slowed
To my lover, a shameless, dead Rose.
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So simple a ride, I am reborn.
A purified state - I am torn,
so cast me out, amiss my foolish love.
Praise my sin, a Golden dove
Now comprehend what was told.
I am to forgive, but not unfold
The sacred truth or mystery
Of the sin he lived, because of me.
There is no evil on this earth
Or Holy Lord amongst the dirt
That won't be sorry for the beautiful heresy
That was bestowed upon a liar, called me
So, Now I must spread the sacred word
Of a loveless, lost, holy bird
Who was once perceived as a sin
Who was once the reason I did live.
Plagued with guilt for all I say
Apologies are words left astray
Across the world - through the wind or the sand,
Alas, Matters not, my true lover's hand.
And to my sweet, sweet lover's eyes,
I swear regret for my faithful lies.
As I grieve our simple ride
When I rejected my lover's eyes.
Just know that now, wherever you lie
I forever have lived this solemn lie:
Love was not for you and me,
A part of sacred unity.
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