Woman
Who are you that makes my life like this?
Raging in the sweet night air in search of bliss.
Are you one or are you many?
Is it someone else or just me?
Though I search to find this out, it's from restlessness I flee.
Agony is just sweet lament, torment a joyous spree,
the longer folly set my way, the greater beast I'll be.
Whose hand was it that opened the door of my sleep?
So silently they caressed the breast of my dreams.
Whose eyes where those who lit my night life abstinence?
Those eyes have filled the hope of my soul to its brim.
With some new frolic way put my senses in a whim.
You might have been the devil, but him I know too well.
For many times he's come my way to lead me into hell.
I could deceive myself, I know this is not me.
Me and I have lived quite well for many years you see.
If I catch you in the night stalking around my bed,
I’ll know you from your tempting eyes, they've danced all through my head.
I know you must be a woman, for your eyes shined like the moon.
Even though you made me raged, my bed will still have room!
P. J. Campise
