You took me by the hand and swept off my feet
I fear that I could never give you a feeling quite as sweet
If only I could allow myself to free what is inside
Then maybe something could finally fill this oddly hollow hide

Your pallid complexion with a brush of added color
Adjusts with the azure light that simply melts my composure
Almond
On Oval
On high staring down
Somehow Contains what I have always shown

Another day, Another life, Maybe then we might shine,
For now I shall sit behind and linger in the darkness of my own mind.

E.L.P. April 1, 2001