I sit and think of the one, you see.
The one love for me.
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.
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.