In reverie you sit so quiet so eloquent
I ponder in silence but am so hesitant
Ink flows freely easily creating
I look over your shoulder quietly debating
Whether to ask you for explanation
Wishing only to smile and give exultation
Young Sir Elliot has taken throne
But to so many he remains unknown
I've seen your passion and your desire
And with your smile they'll take you higher
Until then stay calm and soft spoken
For tranquility is the golden token
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
In reverie you sit so quiet so eloquent
I ponder in silence but am so hesitant
Ink flows freely easily creating
I look over your shoulder quietly debating
Whether to ask you for explanation
Wishing only to smile and give exultation
Young Sir Elliot has taken throne
But to so many he remains unknown
I've seen your passion and your desire
And with your smile they'll take you higher
Until then stay calm and soft spoken
For tranquility is the golden token