MY FAIR MAIDEN

Her voice so sweet,

Can bring tears to angels' eyes,

For she is pure,

Fashioned by the hands of God Himself,

Moulded into perfection reflecting eternity at first glance.

I have heard her sweet voice knock on the door of my heart,

Only to open it and find she has left,

Leaving behind faint traces of her scent,

But her beautiful melody still lingers,

"Find me and you shall find you..."

"Find me and you shall find you..."

Leaving all things behind,

I go in pursuit of her,

A journey filled with doubt, confusion, fear and discouragement,

But one that will lead me to her.

I am glad for i am not alone in my pursuit,

The Hand that has written all gives me directions,

Promptings that guide my steps,

Omens that i can read and sense,

And with each step i am a breath away from my fair maiden.

In her eyes i see fragments of my littered soul,

In part but pieces of me all in all,

I feel like i have known her all my life,

As though she has brushed against my skin in passing before,

And the memory is stuck on my mind,

It keeps me pressing on.

So i heed destiny's sweet call,

For she is my maiden,

My fair, sweet maiden,

I listen to my heart for its language i know,

And to the wind i blow a kiss,

To carry it and pray that it find me,

And blow gently against my face in the near time i see,

When i stand before her,

And come face to face with me,

When i finally embrace my destiny...

This poem is in the introduction of the soon to be best seller called THE LOST LAWS OF SUCCESS by Geneva Musau. The book will be released sometime October and book signings will be conducted. I'll fill you in.Blessings