The fire ignites, in my soul,
only you, make me feel this whole,
and I know it doesn't mean a thing
but the thought of it makes my heart sing.
Whether this is wrong or right,
either way, you've made my night

This song reminds me of her voice,
funny how, she was always my choice,
until the day that I met you,
and silly me, didn't have a clue,
that you would make me feel this way,
and it breaks my heart that feelings don't stay,
because though you once though I was great,
you haven't cared as of late,
and that'd be fine it'd be all cool,
if I wasn't stuck here like a love-sick fool.

Your smile shone brighter than the stars did tonight,
and though these feelings are wrong, **** they feel right,
I'm so glad you decided, to come along,
you laugh was more beautiful, than every song,
my jacket now smells, of your perfume,
and the events of tonight, made my love bloom,
so thank you my dear, tonight was so great,
too bad this all happened, just a little too late.

I won't pretend that you don't haunt my dreams,
that the worst of nightmares aren't filled with your screams,
but if you do ask me, then I'll lie and I'll say,
that at least you don't haunt me, during the day.

As the pale sun sets, against an amber sky,
I sit here just watching, and wondering why,
whenever I sit here, I always find,
that no matter the evening, there's one ******* my mind,
and forever echoing throughout my head,
is her ever sweet voice, and the words that she's said.
But it matters not, that much I know,
though I wish things were different, it simply ain't so.

I want to write the kind of poem,
that you my dear deserve,
for I've an idea within my mind,
and a purpose for it to serve.
But how can I write
of one so perfect as you?
Yet though I've scrapped a thousand poems,
I'm still trying to.

I'd be a fool to think, I have a chance,
the wise would take a pessimists stance.
It'd take a fool to hope at all,
yet you made me hope, and care, and fall