Beautiful Struggle

 She tortures me,
with her gorgeous face,
for, she knows,
she knows,
it pains me so;
my wounds of misplaced yesterdays,
are made fresh with every notes she plays.

My convenient smile,
hides my deep regrets,
and keeps my wondering mind at ease;
for, I know,
I know,
behind her eyes,
are dreams of our blissful possibilities.

We see the future in each other’s soul,
but our pasts won’t let our present grow;
But, we know,
we know,
in every love story told,
is an ending that’s worth the struggle.