2009-06-16 - 7:42 p.m.
Beautiful,
I must say you're (still) such a sight
for my pretty sore eyes.
I still pray everything's alright.
No more useless tears from your tired eyes.
Beautiful,
I still silently wonder:
"Is there still trouble in your sleep?"
I'd like to banish your monsters
so comfort is yours to keep.
Beautiful,
if only I could just watch you sleep
for just one peaceful night
to see I had no reasons to worry
and God protected you for me.
One of these days of solitude,
I wish to do more than I could.
But I'm not a ghost nor a fairy,
for I'm just an ordinary me.
The Author
