Since Dinner is still cooking, let me do a little romancing
here.
A poet by the name of Keats once said,"At the touch of love,
everyone becomes a poet...", and hence a poem for you my dearest
Natalie.
Sleepless
The heather has wither,
but my heart still beats.
Your shadow burns in my mind,
you would never just leave me alone, would you?
I drank my chardonnay,
your reflection was dismiss,
but your voice came back to me,
How careless was I, to let you sneak through.
I listen to the radio,
your singing soon fade,
Now I am finally alone again,
I wonder why I would miss you.
Sleepless unwillingly,
A thought that revolutes inside me.
A memory I cannot forget,
The night is going to be long...
J'adore Natalie, I will catch you if you fall...
