Call it Friendly Admiration
If you will, let me weave for you something greater then anything I've ever done before.
But before I start, let me be honest
There are two of me. Dead and Alive.
And till the day I part from this realm, they will ever be at war.
Her hair was something I hadn't thought
It wasn't what I expected at all
But she had a spark
She could dance in such a way
That time itself seemed to watch
And the things she wove
Stories I'd never heard before
Falling into place characters
Striking and bold, humorous and lighthearted
And by the stroke of her hand
Such emotions spilled across the page
That the muse herself must have been close by
Call it admiration, or jealousy
I don't give a damn
But I don't think I've ever cared about anyone before
And it's a surprisingly wonderful thing to feel ^_^
But before I start, let me be honest
There are two of me. Dead and Alive.
And till the day I part from this realm, they will ever be at war.
Her hair was something I hadn't thought
It wasn't what I expected at all
But she had a spark
She could dance in such a way
That time itself seemed to watch
And the things she wove
Stories I'd never heard before
Falling into place characters
Striking and bold, humorous and lighthearted
And by the stroke of her hand
Such emotions spilled across the page
That the muse herself must have been close by
Call it admiration, or jealousy
I don't give a damn
But I don't think I've ever cared about anyone before
And it's a surprisingly wonderful thing to feel ^_^