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I ask myself what you are to me and I cannot say,
I ask myself what I think but when I think of you
I go blank and sink into images tangible with feeling.
What you are to me is real, whole and not fragile,
Not made of glass nor yet sent to reach me out.
What you are becomes a pure being, a melting spirit of
Memory and music, perfection and star brightness in human form.
What you are is wish and answer, a hope that is alive and
Beautifully terrible, vivid cool fire with an angel's face.
What you are is a walking surprise of reaching smiles,
A collection of essence, a heart with the power to touch and to move.
And I would wish to be as bright, as true as I feel
You to be, as substantial as the touch of the keys beneath my hands.
And I would wish to be beside you as a living shadow,
Always and never there, and felt somehow forever
I ask myself these things
I receive no answers
I look for truth as I walk in neverending rings
I ask myself will this go on forever
 Data_3rr0r · Sun Dec 02, 2007 @ 01:12pm · 0 Comments |
