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I smile to myself
As I sit here and think of her
And I wonder does she think of me?
Doth our love be so strong that even..?
With no contact at all it shall last?
All these thoughts swirl in my head
Thoughts of her
And of conversations we have had
Lasting long into the wee hours of the morn.
Thoughts of a smile I hath only seen in a picture
Yet, it does make life more bearable to think of it.
These thoughts continue to spin in my head,
Like a sick, twisted, never-ending carousel ride...
And yet they make me smile and happy all the same
Is this what love is truly like?
Mayhaps...
For I do not know.
I have learned that love cannot be mere flattery
For hours I could talk of her awe-inspiring beauty though,
And her e'er humorous and lovable wit.
Of golden flowing tresses cascading down around her shoulders,
Of beautiful crystal clear, sparkling, blue eyes,
And lush, full, red lips.
Yet, these things matter little to me.
To me she is like Suchevane the Vampiress,
Who didst love Trool the Troll,
In that she doth love me.
And I wonder why?
But then why not?
Do I not deserve love?
Nay that canst not be true
For I doth love her all the same,
And this smile upon my lips I owe all to her.
And to thee my love do I dedicate this,
For what it is worth:
Thee...thee...thee...
-Jason Straub
Return to the Shadows
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