The Burden Of Bravado

The stars in the sky remind me of you
Every night under the moonlight
When I'm just as lonely, as I am blue

Your skin beautiful, a bronze delight
Somehow prettier than the golden sunrise
With every moment, with the day's first light

Being made to love, but never have it back
Is a burden like no other
But it is an unfortunate fact.

Whose reality must I suffer,
To be the poet but never the poem?
No other reality could ever be tougher.

What if my quest for love is like the search for El Dorado
The lost city of gold, to never be found
Like relief from my cursed burden of bravado.
Wake up, sit still, another day to live
Every morning is the same tale
When it is myself I cannot forgive.