I
A story about Love

I catch her eye, she catches my breath,
The moment stops in a twist of time,
And the colours shine and start to whirl,
As my gaze spins in the grip of the ideal girl.

Time expands and then relaxes,
The days pass like memories forgotten;
Unforgettable moments shared between us
Under smiling sunshine in a sky that’s cloudless.

Each kiss lasts a lifetime,
Every glance a second chance
To prove it’s real, that she’s real
And I’m living the dream in the day.

When I look into her eyes,
I see love staring back.
I see now, I see then,
I see tomorrow laughing back again.

I may be young, but what is age,
When each new day is a new page
In the chapter of life and luck and love,
In the fairytale we’re all part of?


II
A story about Loss

Life is not a fairytale,
Love is not a game
Luck is not something left to chance
And I am not the same.

How could this have happened?
I believed that we were true
I believed that all was nothing,
Save the sunshine, me and you.

There are cracks in the sky,
The night is seeping through.
There’s a hole in the Heavens
And I’m too far away to see you.


It wasn’t supposed to happen,
But the fault lies with me
I dreamed a dream too far
And it wasn’t meant to be.

I’m too young for this to start,
I’m beginning to reach the end.
Storm clouds have gathered
And the darkness will descend.

My story will continue,
But love of life is shed.
Life was not written for the stage:
Romeo and Juliet are dead.

III
A story about Hope


My final chapters are left unwritten
Is anything engraved in destiny?
Anything could happen
I wait to turn the page.

I’m only young, there’s much time
For rights to be reborn.
I still have years to repent,
It’s not the time to mourn.

But what is love, can it be named?
Does it catch your breath?
Does it stop time in a whirl of wonder
And can it undo death?

I’m in a war between cynicism and dreams,
I’m behind enemy lines.
I’m a pawn for greater powers
On the chess board for all-time.

Maybe she could be like me:
Maybe she might understand
That life was good when love was true.
Maybe.

IV
A story about Truth

Scores of days and months and memories,
Have all passed in a shade of grey.
But is grey a horrid thing,
When the darkness has gone away?

I may have found the answer,
I may have found the truth:
There are no need for answers
When we are in our youth.

“Love” is not a fairytale,
It’s not meant for dreaming.
Rather it’s there to shine as a star;
An example, nothing more.

This star is something special,
It changes, brightens lives.
But even the brightest light misleads
Thus cynicism survives.

It’s a long walk away from war,
A balancing act to fear,
Yet for all the names, the definitions,
Love’s true meaning: Love is.

So when she approached me, seeking new acceptance,
I looked into those eyes and staring back
I saw the distorted reflection of myself
And I said no.

By: Jonathan Guckian