| A Second Tribute to Fate How Cupid mocks me with his arrows of love, From his secluded place high above. Thou art always laughing at me, How truly I do hate thee Who sets my eyes upon this glorious dove. All my heart says �go� But my mind and reason say �no� When I receive signs from heaven In numbers that of seven A day to her my love should show. My love is and always will be, As far in my future as I can see, Struggling always in vain As her beauty causes me much pain And her eyes never set me free. Her lips do linger, on and on, A thousand years after they have gone. And the touch of her skin Dances forever within; A reminder I�ll always be alone. |