In the dead of night when all seems right
I think of you and those words come true
I think of you to ward of the bad I think of
you when I am sad. you are amazing and
you are pure. there is no problem you can't
cure an incorruptible source of light and
good. you are sweet and you are kind
you are as luminance as the moon and as
calm and cool as a gentle spring breeze
there is no fault about you that i can see
as perfect to me as perfect can be.
these words I write are bold and true.
and for unknown reasons I hide them
from you. |