Only One Word The King of Faeries watched The one sitting on the ground Next to his lost love As she spoke to the sea Of all her hopes and dreams. She sat on the hillside Next to the grave Of the one who turned away From riches untold. She dreamed of love That is so strong To last through eternity And wondered of the sadness She had never known. The Faerie King came To tell her of his pain. Of how he gave his love The fire of the sun. He spoke of the jewels of the sea That he brought to give How she turned away Leaving them to lie at her feet. He told of flying To rob the moon of its tears To bring her back a bag of pearls. How she only cried As they fell to the ground. He told of the gems Turned to blossom Ringing out his doom As he cried, What did I not do? The young girl With stars in her eyes Told of a place in the heart Where no gold could ever reach Where gems are only stones And how only one word Could reach that part. As the faerie shook his head In complete wonder She told him What he should have said. If one word of love Had been spoken The gems only a token He could have had her love With only one word. Sherrie 5/12/2001
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