To A Woman; Who Ever Thought?

        Who ever thought that me,
                            this blind-man,
                                          would find in this
                                          world a vision?
        Who ever thought I,
                            this creature,
                                          would reach down to
                                          find a flower?
        Who ever thought that me,
                            this villain,
                                          would observe the error
                                          of his ways?
        Who ever thought that I,
                            this child,
                                        would find a women to
                                        end off his days?

I write this now to a woman -
not a child, a mirage, or a dream.
I write this now because I can see her -
as a feeling, as a reverence, as a queen.

My heart pounds a thundering roar
    as my pen etches this page...
My palms are sweating at the very thought
    of her once more in my arms.



    How is what I'm writing anything
to what I feel today?
    I pray I don't fall victim to your smile
before I utter what I have to say.