Always Gold

By R. M. Otto

I am a cad,

I am a liar

I want for all but can have none;

I yearn for hope

but am stricken from it.

All I deserve is the fire,

I know not of this desire.

For who does not want for love?

O, Stars hide your fires!

I love but cannot accept it,

I speak but cannot project it;

I am hopeless,

I am fickle.

But O!

I also plea for rescue, 

As I fall at her feet I grow giddy and become old;

I cease to be Knowing

what has been foretold

Grace is good, Grace is Always Gold.