Yeah. I wrote a poem today.

Originally i was thinking of putting a EULA here before you read it. But since thats silly, and goes against the nature of poetry in general, i wont!

So feel free to jump to any conclusions you like, or interprit it and analyze it as you normally would or wouldn't.

:)

"The Title for this Poem Is a Secret."

She walked inside the room,
Hah! I thought I was strong
When I gazed upon her,
I knew I was wrong.
Not that I care anymore.

She wore a dress of pure autumn like it was spring,
all redbrown and yellow, and all
I could think of was her.

She sat down beside me and greeted as if
all was alright with the world.

When she turns around, I am paralyzed.

She brought an extra day of spring to me,
as some sort of sign. Like a polar and early
lucia.

Inside I feel happy and floaty.

--- Hm. My muse supplied me with this last part just now. Treat it as you wish. ---

Now I sit here and think of the past
Of the conversations we've had.
Admitedly not very many,
and not too far in betwene
And always we were somewhere else.
With someoneelse doing the talking.
Amusing what life can acomplish.

I smile to myself when I think of the time...
And think, maybe I shall in the future.

- Alderach. 7dec 2004.

(: