She's out there somewhere
But we still haven't met,
And we'll probably never experience that sublime moment.
But she's there,
All the same, she's there.
I can write these epodes daily;
Poems of fealty and passion.
Hoping how things might be brighter.
Flying to her computer screen over and over,
To drop a barrage of love bombs.
But do they uplift her,
Or perhaps make her smile in secret?
Is she getting answers to her silent prayers?
Or do they aggravate and torment her,
And she's screaming her prayers for them to just go away?
To stop tearing off the very fabric of her mind?
But we still haven't met,
And we'll probably never experience that sublime moment.
But she's there,
All the same, she's there.
I can write these epodes daily;
Poems of fealty and passion.
Hoping how things might be brighter.
Flying to her computer screen over and over,
To drop a barrage of love bombs.
But do they uplift her,
Or perhaps make her smile in secret?
Is she getting answers to her silent prayers?
Or do they aggravate and torment her,
And she's screaming her prayers for them to just go away?
To stop tearing off the very fabric of her mind?