Saturday, 17 May 2008

A Process of Thought


I have a great idea
It will stay right here
In my mind so near
To my heart, my dear.

I have a need to fear
Throughout this night so clear
Talking with too much beer
So scared I'll lose, my dear.

No, I don't mean to leer
I can't believe my ear
Is this really what I hear?
You're not for me, my dear.

I love the fear, my dear
But love isn't quite that clear
To love you so, so near
There goes my great idea.

There goes my great idea.

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