Beside Her, So Small.I can't be beside her withoutthat feeling. The one where she's gorgeous and lovely and I'm so very, very small. She's the spotlight, the sun against the moon, and I'm the cheap bulb that takes too long to turn on and once it does it still isn't bright. But she is so wonderful and she just doesn't believe aword of it, not one. And I want to tell her, I want to tell her that I think that she's perfect and that she's the only thing on my mind ever and that I love her, oh, I love her so much, but I can't, and I never say anything at all and that makes me so sad.
The Stars Dance.It has been quite some timesince the sun slipped to sleepand the stars danced into view.However, my mind is not following the sun's lead.Though my body lies still,My mind twirls with the stars.But what awkward fellowsare silent when they dance? (Not the stars)My mind slides into the loveliness of the bright words."Let us stay here," they breathe."Let us stay here, and let them envy us.""Let us stay here. We can dance, and they can long to join us."When the stars catch sight of me,They are shocked."She made it," they mutter.The stars now admire me.They wink at me in the morning before retreating awaysile
This Woman is GorgeousAs far as I'm concerned, that woman is gorgeous Not that I care for her (Not that I don't) After all, she is the loveliestThing many of us have ever seen. (Think about it.)Those eyes that can't be compared to much Apart from, perhaps, a clear winter's night sky (Even then it is nothing compared t