I sit and think of the one, you see.
The one love for me.
My destiny.

I sit here,
bored as can be.
As there be little light to see.

I type away,
and continue to pray,
that she also will not stray.

I wish for the best,
from deep within my breast,
and hope my love will stand the test.

But I sit and write,
for the rest of this long night,
and wanting to win this inner fight.

i pray for you,
as well i should do,
and pray that you're praying for me too.

so I'll end my misery,
and go to bed to see,
i love you lady of my loving mystery.


White Rose