One

Only one to calm the heart,

only one to take it;

only one to see beyond,

only one to make it.

As the way of life does wend,

so some merry lives do end;

life traverse the sorry tale,

will the lone to cry and wail.

Finding lost and lonely ways

so they spend the lasting days;

live no more to walk the mile

face no more to shed a smile.

Curse they do their life's first day,

knowing now that they do pay

fretting sadly on life's stage,

wishing for the final page.

Lying low, a sobbing ode,

to the phantom's woeful road

wished on none, but touching all,

summoned by the savory call.

Truth is life, life is curse,

curse is Love, Love is worse;

sweetness plays the fools young life,

ending then in hidden strife.

Love is sweet and crystal pure,

Love can make the frightened sure.

Love makes gods both brave and bold,

Love can hurt and make one cold.

Love has been man's highest goal,

even through its mighty toll

as fate has made the rising sun,

Love can come from only one.