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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Sep 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.28.11.07.6254]] |
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Nice to meet you, heard so many good things, the pleasure is all mine; I'm not good with introductions; must have sounded like a pick-up line. Are you new here, and what is a nice girl doing with somebody like me? Is it hot in here to you, and is this warmth inside really meant to be? God, I must look like an idiot, surely I sound more composed than this, Maybe this cat got my tongue before I had a chance at a goodnight kiss. Even sweetest words feel useless now, awestruck as I am at how I feel, Couldn't believe the possibility of you, as if you were but an ideal. I can't fear losing you, as I've always known our time would be brief, And I won't allow the memories we shared to be tainted with any grief. I don't want to spoil this moment with a risk of anything beyond now, Just give me a chance to hold you one last time before our final bow. Perhaps tears will hint my eye as thoughts of your departure draw near, But there will be smiles on my face thinking of the time you were here. For you leave me with a beauty that otherwise I would never have known, The gift that remains with me forever: little piece of you all my own. Hurry along now, darling; time has come to know a love most never see, If you meet him, tell him I sent nothing but the best for him, from me. |