Summary: Just a little poem I wrote for Ewan McGregor.  I wrote this during a storm, so you can tell my mind was sort of scattered, and not where it should be, which is inside my skull.  Reason for this?  The storm was strong, then it was followed by 3 MORE SIMULTANEOUS STORMS, and 2 consecutive days of classes had been suspended and I so WANTED to go back to school already.  I'm okay now.  Nevertheless, I hope you like this poem as much as I do.

To The One Who Doesn't Know Me

Black/Catz Kenobi

I keep your picture beside my bead.

Thoughts of you still invade my head.

Dreams of you still fill my sleep,

But knowing I can't have you makes me want to weep.

Your blue-green eyes are tattooed on my mind,

With that look of curiosity, as if looking for answers you can't find.

Your accented voice fills my ear,

Making me wish, yet again, that you were near.

But we are literally continents apart,

And someone else already holds the key to your heart.

But I will go on worshipping and adoring you

For, because of these restrictions, that's all I can do.

Sometimes I wish things could be different;

I wish we were not torn apart by age nor by continent.

I wish that, as much as I love you, you could love me,

But this is all just a dream, a sweet little fantasy.

Some of my friends call it an obsession,

Still others say it's a teenage infatuation,

But not matter what they do or say,

I will love you forever and a day.

No, you don't know me, and perhaps you never will.

But I will keep on loving you still.

I will just have to keep on dreaming,

And be thankful that there's such a thing called "WISHFUL THINKING".

On the other hand, I may see you in person someday,

But then I might forget what I wanted to say.

But if you heed the words that you see here,

Then I'm sure that there are no more words from me that you need to hear.

Do you think that fateful day will arrive for me?

Do you think I'll ever get to live out my little fantasy?

I'd be eternally grateful for a day in your company.

I'd be in perpetual bliss if you did that for me.

Now I fear I may have said too much,

I may have exaggerated this simple little crush.

Call it an infatuation if you will,

I wouldn't care, I would call it love still.

I should end here now, and stop rambling,

If I don't, I just might go on babbling.

But give me a final word before I say adieu:

Another time, sweet one…I love you.

~ written: 07092002~