The war has ended
Sadly, it left me bloodied
At least, there is peace

Finally, the mortal has died
At the very least, no one cried
Now it's time for the immortal to reign
So I ask you; will you remain sane?

On a tall glass
In quite a generous mass
Cold and fluffy,
Yet  somehow warm and puffy
Some praline, and nuts
With fresh banana cuts

Sensationally sweet,
Capable of a marvelous feat
of filling a stranger full
Otherwise, he won't be in a mull
Or in a daze
Just take a look at him in that sugared haze

Whether it's strawberry or mango
Or an orange doing the tango
I'd just like to add
That we like to go mad
Or we'd go for a scream
Over something cold, called: ice cream

It was before sunset,
The day we met.

Time stopped I swear
I even forgot, I care

It was then after dark
When she left a mark

Who knew, that my night
Was set to ignite

It was then the next day
I thought I knew my way

Then a message arrived
My sadness then deprived

Finally it was bliss
Something worthy to reminisce

Again, time stopped and then
I picked up my pen,
I counted to ten:
"I wish I could see you again"

Start with a dream
Feel that esteem
End with a smile
You'll find it worthwhile

If she would give you a kiss
You'll end up in bliss
If you can just feel her
Never again shall it blur

Remember that yesterday
Remember the way she would sway
So romantic the way you dance
May you repeat if you had a chance?

She’s so lovely don’t you think?
Why, you won’t even waste time to blink
But alas night will fall
And you shall say goodbye to that doll

Now in leaving
Just keep believing
That she will come back
To complete what you lack

She will give back your love
And again, shall you soar to the skies above

Close your eyes
on that cold dark night
Where your heart, cold as ice
Will know he's not always right

Rest your head
on that warm pillow
And imagine her face turn red
And yours sadder than a willow

Go to your slumber
And try to believe
That when you dream of her
You; wont be as somber

But for now just sleep unfurled
And think of her beam
For there is no better world
Than what is called: dream

I think he has done it all
To think he was ten feet tall
I guess one day he'd retire
To go home and play his lyre

To think an immortal can die
To think that the cold can cry
To think those who are above
Can learn how to love

I guess I was wrong
For all this long...

But when in doubt,
Or when I want to shout,
I always find it dandy
To go back to my candy