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Searching
My heart is burned and I bare the mark The mark of love and in an endless quest I look for Her Born on Mars, I used to be the same as my kind Hunter, ruthless, warrior, cold … until one day, that changed it all All powerful and stone at heart, I thought the world is mine With my all brothers by my side, we used to hunt and think we’ll never die One gloomy day after such feast, when I was walking in my realm My trusted wolf beside me, took sense of it … he sensed the “Beast”! It was a strange creature, much smaller than me My wolf first jumped to rend her, but strangely … With just a sound, the creature kneeled him down in snivels Amazed and angry and upset, I get closer and I see the perfect creature meant to be. She was soft as a feather, she looked like a leaf, so delicate, so frail that I just believed That one touch, not two… but one, would hurt and break and harm her I fell in front of her and I was charmed, eyes as blue as the sky, skin white as milk She smelled of flowers and her touch, her touch was soft as silk She was from Venus, a distant place, that I heard and knew only from scrolls Our elders seldom mentioned it, I thought it’s just a legend She was speaking a strange language, all sweet, warm and full of honey Beautiful sounds, melodious notes, she was from Venus … she was a Woman. Bewitched by her spell I listened, she started softly with a gentle voice To talk to me, to teach me the way the sun should be seen and a river heard How to see the stars, how to smell a flower, how to listen to the wind And so, she freed me of my fears, she showed me Love. She taught me how to listen, she taught me how to feel She showed me a way of deep and warm emotions I had a glimpse of what she called Venusian And strangely it felt good and I felt rich I left her in the meadow, guarded by my wolf Made myself way back, back into my world Found my bothers, all stone and cold and happy Feasting again around ignorance’s fire. I told them about the Woman, holding nothing back They mocked me, they said I’m soft, they said is just a legend, it just can’t be true Thou I’ve tried and tried to tell them the new way They laughed at me, they hurt me, they threw me in the dirt I was no longer a cold and heartless warrior, for them I was a joke But I was stronger, enriched by love’s power In the world of Mars it was no place for me and then I knew I’m bound to haunt and forever suffer. Defeated by the ignorance of my kind, I’ve turned away and walked Found comfort and peace and bliss in the new teachings I smiled to the sun, I’ve listen the river and talked to the wind I felt my heart beating and I smiled and I missed love. I ran, I ran for my life, I ran to see my love … the Woman I’ve reached the meadow but nothing there In was just the mist and all I found Was the wolf, my trusted wolf …as lonely as I was Broken hearted I fell again, the same place she was sitting My dreams, my hopes had all been shattered I’ve cried and my wolf felt it, and like a brother that he was He shared my pain and all my tears. I was in love, so much in love and thought my life just ended The night came and along with it old demons made their presence I’ve begged, I’ve suffered, cried and screamed in pain And I was punished for having feelings, for loving, for caring Morning came and brought with it, serenity on me The rays of sun lit up the sky with the ever perfect blue And I remembered when me and the Woman used to be two A tear dropped and soon I knew what am I was supposed to do Still wounded but able to move, I stood up I packed, I called my wolf, I set him free I looked around as far as I could see And I began the longest journey… of looking for her The Woman for Lenk
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