My breath became a zephyr the instant our eyes met,
My eyes wandered over her, a memory I will not forget,
I cannot describe her beauty; I was blinded by her light,
I wish to take her home for the remainder of my life.
Alas, she has a husband, a man with too much male ego,
He doesn’t know she looks at me as a man she’d like to know.
We avert our eyes when speaking; we don’t trust the honesty
Of looking deep within the soul of a love that could possibly be.
If only we were brave enough to face each other’s thoughts
We would be together and reckless, daring to be caught.
So sad that we are captives who are bound by marriage rings,
I, too, know why Maya Angelou’s effin’ caged bird sings.
Why are we never free to pursue the loves we find?
Why must we always be bounded by the strangler vine?
I see her every day and I sigh through second glances;
Wishing the world would honor me with second chances.
Nonetheless, I go home to my patient and honorable wife
Knowing that I cannot betray the legacies of our life.
I curse the god of integrity who gave me a bit too much
And wish the god of roguishness had not been in a rush.
Good night, I gently call to her, as sleep begins to reign,
Why must unrequited loves be like this, journeys of solo pain?
My eyes wandered over her, a memory I will not forget,
I cannot describe her beauty; I was blinded by her light,
I wish to take her home for the remainder of my life.
Alas, she has a husband, a man with too much male ego,
He doesn’t know she looks at me as a man she’d like to know.
We avert our eyes when speaking; we don’t trust the honesty
Of looking deep within the soul of a love that could possibly be.
If only we were brave enough to face each other’s thoughts
We would be together and reckless, daring to be caught.
So sad that we are captives who are bound by marriage rings,
I, too, know why Maya Angelou’s effin’ caged bird sings.
Why are we never free to pursue the loves we find?
Why must we always be bounded by the strangler vine?
I see her every day and I sigh through second glances;
Wishing the world would honor me with second chances.
Nonetheless, I go home to my patient and honorable wife
Knowing that I cannot betray the legacies of our life.
I curse the god of integrity who gave me a bit too much
And wish the god of roguishness had not been in a rush.
Good night, I gently call to her, as sleep begins to reign,
Why must unrequited loves be like this, journeys of solo pain?