The Beast No More-A Poem about the Magic of Love

I was on my tired knees
Made and pleaded for a wish
Swollen eyes soaked in tears
Wished that I did not exist

My life is a bad joke
An egg without a yolk
An ugly beast in amok
Underneath the black cloak

Then you came along
Telling me I’m not alone
(Passion on your voice’s tone)
That for me there is a home

My doomed journey ends
Path to self-destruction’s gone
You healed my soul and cleanse
With the touch of your hands

Awhile, I’m on my knees again
This time, I am more of a man
Beside me, a woman in gown
One with the passionate tone