The Beauty and the Beast

 

A story, a song, a love of right and wrong, I felt apart of the dream

The fragile and strong coming together,

Loving forever.

 

Love how very intense it is, love is everything seen or should

It soars in our souls as an eagle would

In my life, I have seen my beauty and loved the touch I had

Yet not a one has loved the part of which is given... sad.

Pureness, has anyone seen the Angel of Mercy and loved her,

For she never will be honored in this life or day

It was to always be this way.

In my dreams the beast will come and take me far

And I will feel his love and give to Him as no other can.

For I am beauty, drifting as the waves come near

Drifting...waiting for one so dear.

Oh Father give to me what is held so high

Give to me a love, not to deny

A woman who has waited for the dance to end

A man that shines for days will spend

In Joy and laughter softly kisses

So long the things this woman misses.

In the field she waits, I see her clear

And he is sleeping so very near

 

Wake oh beast, and find your Joy.

 

Written by

Sandra Warren

Jan 24^th, 2003