I hope it makes you smile
I hope it makes you scream...

If I hadn't sat beside you
my mind would be at ease...

The last rose of summer rests in my palm
Each crimsoned petal tranquil and calm...

When you know she's the smile on your face, the...
Then...

I stare and wonder,
how could anything so beautiful exist...

If only you could see the darkness,
stalking in my mind...

Was I a fool to even
try...

To speak of my muse,
takes prose of a poet...

You ask me why I love you?
Why not ask the sun why...

The moon, so clear is her brilliance,
beheld by a star...

How easily I still tread,
steadfast by my heart...

All in vain my hopes have risen,
tender touch and bright glance given...