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One Day

by John Stocks

One day you will rise and know
How beautiful you are,
Why heads turn when you walk into the room
And male eyes gaze, entranced.

One day you will realise
How your soul can glow,
Bloom with mystery,
Then draw from a well of wishes
A dazzle of ecstatic bliss.

One day you will yearn for something
Scarcely known or understood,
Then ache with torment; transient sorrows,
Feel the first ice of terrible regret
Of losing joy, too beautiful to own.

One day you will learn
That all good things must end,
That change must craft the shape of lives
With forces beyond the reach of reason.

And one day you will understand love.
Be sure of this.

Copyright © 2011 by John Stocks

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