The Rose I give you this rose, down on one knee, To symbolize not how things are, but how i wish they could be. If you will just take it, my joy will never end, Of if you do not take it, my heart in two you will rend. For though I've been unworthy, and acted not quite right, You are in my thoughts every day and night. It could be simply obsession, it could be something more, That's why I have come with this to your door. Until now, recently I knew not what to do, And when that is the case, nothing is what I do. But still, I've been a coward, for that I apologize. And this apology is sincere, just look into my eyes. I really want to try to turn over a new leaf And in so doing, get myself off this coral reef. I do know how I feel, but for it there is no word or phrase. All I can say is that it leaves me in a daze. I'm not sure what that means, I only know that it's real, Now I would ask you how you think you feel. Not what you see in the present, that's pretty clear, What I mean is the future, am I being clear? For I know we're friends right now, that I can see; What I ask is "Is that all we'll ever be?" If the answer is yes, of course I'll hurt for a while; But not stop being your friend, that's not my style. If the answer is no, as I hope can be true Then, I think, it will be good for me and you. If you need some time to think, that I'll understand. Just let me know when this is done, and I stand. This poem has come from my brain and heart; I know it's not the end, but I hope it's a start. Written: 5-15-1997, 8:25am.
Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord of this realm, via e-mail. You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related to or provided by Geocities."