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The world can seem a big place,
Everywhere you go you seem to find a new face.
Whether on the highest mountain, deepest forest, or ocean floor.
The world is a place of beauty, so many things you never knew before.
And this wide, vast world is filled with people too.
But then, you knew that didn�t you?
The secret is what each person has inside.
Yes, there are things that you can see, but there is always something they hide.
Some experience love... with people far away.
Some can see these people every day.
This is not for the people who won�t love, but for those who will.
Love can be the most wonderful thing, and you can never have your fill.
It is something that makes you long to wake beside them, every day.
How your ears strain to hear, � I love you. In each and every way.�
So many think they know love, but it is really a lie.
When push comes to shove they refuse to stand by.
A person once said, � Love makes the world go �round.�
And people ask, � Where are they? Where can they be found?�
This poem is about love. My love, the love I thought I found.
After searching for years, searching like a bloodhound.
I found her, and I did not know.
How much it would hurt when she wanted to go.
They had branded her a witch, tied her to the stake.
I strained to be with her. I asked them, for my sake.
They replied with a curse, that shook me to my core.
It filled me with a fear, I never knew before.
I died alone, drowned in my own tears.
And now I find her again... After many, many years.
From the time I first saw her, I knew she was unique.
But she could not love me... Look at my physique.
I wanted to believe, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
I had never lived before, never knew what life was about.
My only purpose was to serve,
And I would be content just to observe.
I longed to make her happy, but instead it was all my fault.
The gears had started turning, and now they screeched to a halt.
She said to forget everything, why did she even try?
I had brought this on myself, and I couldn�t even cry.
Nothing could fill the emptiness that has pervaded my being.
Nothing could stop the pain, stop what I was seeing.
Everything I feared was coming to pass.
I was the fool; I was the ass.
She was so perfect, and I tried to make her see.
But I was scared inside, scared of what might, and could be.
The thought of her in the arms of another man.
It chilled me to the bone, the pain was hard to stand.
She said he was just a friend,
But deep inside, a voice told me it was the beginning of the end.
Time is like a river, in the end it will repeat.
With all my heart I wish I could do the impossible, wish I could do that feat.
I saw my world crashing down around my ears,
As in my mind I came to realize my fears.
She gave up, she said why did she even try?

She gave up and I cannot even cry.
I want her back. I would kill for the chance.
But who am I kidding? I cannot even dance.
She claims I will not let her have any friends, but all is not as it seems.
She can have all the friends she wants. For she is Jennifer, Erin, Reams.
I love her so; my heart would break.
I need her so, there�s not a time I do not ache.
I trust her more than she could ever realize.
I want her so, I would dig out my eyes.
She wants me to forget, but I say it cannot be.
She says I am trying to make her feel bad, and all that I say is a lie.
I have her on my mind 24 hours a day.
I wake up screaming. I long to hear her say:
� I love you Jeff, and it is you I want to be with.�
That could be a dream come true, even if she was a Mord-Sith.
The world has stopped turning; it has lost it�s luster.
And for the rest of eternity, I will feel like General George Armstrong Custer.
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