Your words cut like a knife.
I feel every word that you type...

We were shadow dancers on the wall
and we were together we stood tall...

Its a beautiful world and full of splendor
whether its Spring, Summer, Fall or Winter...

Like a demon from hell
you appear in my thoughts...

I could love you from afar.
I could blow you a big kiss...

That one can be felt human and not a mere rock.
To be part of nature not a machine with a clock...

Such a sweet smile you share.
But you are not really there...

Mightily you stand in my yard so free and tall.
I can't get my arms all the way around you at all...

I am a open book of magic most sour.
I am the tome of shadows you scour...

Oh, my precious little G.U.I.
I love the way you do me...

An emptiness so full of itself beyond belief.
A void so ominous without firmament relief...

With eyes of love you look right through me.
When you hold my hand; It thrills my soul...