THIS POEM HAS BEEN DELETED - MAY BE FOUND ON THE WEB BY SEARCHING FOR POEMS BY JAMES T. ADAIR
Beauty behind the glass pane I sense and see your seductiion; masked Feel your invitation, to invoke freedom and feel tangibly your longing pain
Today in lonliness I linger on your beauty your pale silken skin hidden by fogged glass dropplets pass over your lips of pink and ruby whose fullness quietly waits as droplets scream as they pass
Your tears; pain won't longer let you cry but your inner scream watches them go by your heart, pent up, giving up its try leaving you hollow and wondering...why?
But I see your beauty, in the little shard of you I see and would try to break through. You make me feel cause Like a child wondering if there really fairies or a Santa Clause I feel you longing to be a woman and from expectations... to be set free
Though, what's binding you...I cannot see But I imagine it to be the bind of religion, tradition and family Things to which you areforece-fed, and which bind you in your cell Taking away your free will as you feel your heart it's slowly going to kill
Knowing that you feel a call to another destiny Those you love can't imagine, accept or see They cannot let you be... you cannot break free As me, tormented by feelings felt that we cannot touch or see