Deep in the shadows of the lonely forsaken night
Where evenest the bravest shake in severe fright...

I sat in my darkened room
Not ready to face my doom...

You call me up early in the morning
Its still dark outside...

* OK, this poem is written in the point of view of...
I love his blue eyes...

Bright cheery colors bunched in a clump
People with smiles, happy and gay...