The Choosen One

Amidst the passing crowd,
There stood a damsel, fair faced like the moon,...
Loved by all, beloved to one,
I stood in dismay, was it me?

I then wondered, the existance of hers,
Her face played in my eyes,
Her memories ran across my heart,
Her shy smile...melted him down,
Her sweet voice in melody echoed everywhere.

Her eyes, like that of a doe,
Her face, like the moon above,
Her mystical smile,...the Lisa's smile,
Her dark black hair that fell down her face...
The dark night it called...

Earthly child, yet never does she resemble one,
Eyed by all, beloved by one,
The one she loves...the one she owns...
The one she; holds him close,
The one who drinks by her lips...
The one who dreams...on her lap...

He would bring her, her joys and smiles,
Kiss away her pain...those falling tears,
Hold her close, fight the world for her...
The Choosen One, is just for her,...

Now I sit back, puzzled with illusion,
"The Choosen One, who would it be?
Pounds of heart does beat to her,
For whom shall; but her heart beat?"

Words never does, serve their purpose,
Words retreated...distorted...never heard,...
The Choosen One, would she get?
She's an earthly child,
An earthly man, she will get!