I allowed the truth
To cloud my vision,
But all it really did
Was to keep from
Seeing the stars.
I allowed my happiness
To be held in the hands
That would also hold my heart,
I was blind to the dagger
She would use to pierce my heart.
Now after so much time
The pain and the clouds fade,
Once again, I see the stars
And they are more beautiful
Seen with my eyes ablaze.
So here is to truth and happiness,
Because I believe they do exist,
In the minds of romantic lovers
And in-between pages of fairytales,
As for me, I remember them well.
Ron