By Erika Armstrong
Date: 12 August 1999

Love It Must Be

I have written this letter just a half dozen times

Now the question that lies is "why."

For a while I thought it was just a fling, an innocent loss for little OLE me.

Now I know this untrue, 

For a crush it must be that attracts me to you.

Yes, a four - year fantasy, it must be.

Looking back it felt so real

Yet I knew it untrue

Now it feels like destiny, my soul mate, yes, you must be.

I've loved you for quite a long long time

Thinking of you often makes me cry.

I wonder if you ever think of me and visualize your life with me.

But then I realize I am just the past, a distant lover that has faded into the sand.

Over and over I contemplate 

Wondering why I feel this way.

Realizing that my thoughts are dumb

I succumb to my fear and you remain in the dark.

Fearing the unknown and what it may bring 

I accept rejection and let things be.

Wondering what may or may not be.

Love is such a funny thing

A parody of life and all of its dreams

You captivate my heart 

Yet motivate my soul

A treasure chest of sweet memories and a pot full of gold