Pyro
Bluelighter
In a room that is lit by light,
there stands a man.
A man, who's name no one remembers
contemplating his current passions.
A desire found sitting on top of everything else.
A desire so obvious that he cannot see it clearly.
You know how clear-vision can be?
Indeed.
But it is more a love,
than a desire.
"Yes," he thinks to himself "it is a love"
And a revelation came to his mind, indeed.
So there he was standing
(in the room)
thinking about this obvious love,
wondering why it felt so right.
He thought, and wondered.
He walked, paced, and sat - thinking all the while of love.
Why is he now in love, an with whom?
He thought that whomever it was,
he would think about it later,
but right now
why?
and he thought...
that perhaps...
maybe...
he might write something.
"Because you have given me no reason not to love you.
Because there is no other conclusion for me to make besides,
I love you.
Because you are beautiful
Beautiful on the outside
inside
in your mind
and in your heart.
Your soul
is what attracts me the most.
You shine unlike any star
for we are ALL stars.
But you, my love, shine in a different way.
You make the sparkle in my eyes, come to life
whenever I see you.
To behold beauty, is to behold...
You.
And even though
the distance is far
I will always love you.
Beyond just one moment.
In my heart forever - You are more than just a moment in time. And this is the strange love letter that I write for You.
Love,
Tim
--
Pyro"
[This message has been edited by Pyro (edited 04 December 2000).]
there stands a man.
A man, who's name no one remembers
contemplating his current passions.
A desire found sitting on top of everything else.
A desire so obvious that he cannot see it clearly.
You know how clear-vision can be?
Indeed.
But it is more a love,
than a desire.
"Yes," he thinks to himself "it is a love"
And a revelation came to his mind, indeed.
So there he was standing
(in the room)
thinking about this obvious love,
wondering why it felt so right.
He thought, and wondered.
He walked, paced, and sat - thinking all the while of love.
Why is he now in love, an with whom?
He thought that whomever it was,
he would think about it later,
but right now
why?
and he thought...
that perhaps...
maybe...
he might write something.
"Because you have given me no reason not to love you.
Because there is no other conclusion for me to make besides,
I love you.
Because you are beautiful
Beautiful on the outside
inside
in your mind
and in your heart.
Your soul
is what attracts me the most.
You shine unlike any star
for we are ALL stars.
But you, my love, shine in a different way.
You make the sparkle in my eyes, come to life
whenever I see you.
To behold beauty, is to behold...
You.
And even though
the distance is far
I will always love you.
Beyond just one moment.
In my heart forever - You are more than just a moment in time. And this is the strange love letter that I write for You.
Love,
Tim
--
Pyro"
[This message has been edited by Pyro (edited 04 December 2000).]
