Confound I am to the weakness of my own sanity,
For I am a vagabond.
That searches for the joy
That belongs to a lover's quarrel.
The passion that lies within the heat of that moment
Can give purpose to life.
In a since that one still has a heart to love.
But, as of now
I travel alone
Enriched by the tale of my own solitude.
Yet, this path of one
That has been label as a loner
Does not weep or woe.
For, I hold the riches of the world
WithIn my eyes.
Therefore, I can see the beauty
That is embedded within
The diamond incrusted sky.
Still, I am a man of needs,
And these needs long to be satisfied.
I just wish you where here,
So I can see that beauty within the irises of your eyes.
~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~