To a lady
By Alex Garcia
To a Lady that Desired I Would Love Her
What will you do?
Shall I your mirth, or passion move?
When I begin to woo;
Will you torment, or scorn, or love me too?
Each petty beauty can disdain, and I spite of your hate
Without your leave can see and die;
Dispense a nobler fate!
"This easy to destroy, you may create.
Then give me leave to love, and love me to
Not with design
To raise, as Love's cursed rebels do,
When pulling poets whine,
Fame to their beauty, from their blubbered eyne.
Grief is a puddle, and reflects not clear
Your beauty's rays;
Joys are pure streams, your eyes appear.
Sullen in sadder lays
In cheerful numbers they shine bright with praise
Which shall not maintain to express you fair,
Wounds, flames, and darts,
Storms in your brow, nets in your hair,
Suborning all your parts
Or to betray, or torture captive hearts.
I'll make your eyes like morning suns appear ,
As mild, and fair;
Your brow as crystal smooth, and clear,
And your disheveled hair
Shall flow like a calm region of the air.
Main idea
When you cant sleep at night
But its love that keeps fueling me
Fueling me
Pretty little lady with your swollen eyes
Would you show them to me?
I know I’m not that perfect
But you stay awhile
Baby, then you will see
Miles away I can still feel you
Lay your head down on my embrace
My embrace
Far away…
Pretty little lady with your swollen eyes
Would you show them to me?
I know I’m not that perfect
But you stay awhile
Baby, then you will see
Don’t give up, Baby
I know that its shaky
Just let love consume us
Consume us…
Here in this world I’m awaked with mistakes
But its love that keeps fueling me
Fueling me to love you
Miles away I can still feel you
Lay your head down on my embrace
Be not afraid to love me…
Pretty little lady with your swollen eyes
Would you show them to me?
I know I’m not that perfect
But you stay awhile
Baby, then you will see
Nightmare of a Beautiful dream
A place where you can rest a troubled mind, where reality fades
standing between the threshold of dreams and nightmares, she is without color,
All hope has drained from sun blazed eyes
From her lips spill the statement, that begins a last souls journey
Terrified and shaking hands are raised, to touch trembling lips,
with faith in capturing escaped pain, and agony to loving ears
I was loved, was i not?, or was my embrace not strong enough to hold your heart?
An open door now floods with red passion, do you feel unwelcomed?
This home you left behind, hazzing dispair has moved in.
The window to the soul, bathed in salted tears,
awakened from the fear, that was once near, but no longer here.