This is a poem I wrote straight out of my head, so it may sound funny at first, but try and look through to the true meaning: Love of a beautiful girl (that's my response to your last review, rae's daughter night crystal :P) so bear with me as I present....
LOVE: It's true Meaning
I'm kinda SLOOOW, so bear with me...
Wone, too, three,. Fore, fyive, syx, seyveen, ate... IS THIS THING ONN?????
Anyway...
Only the firefly can be with me
Only the firefly knows what I see
If everyone would get along
I might write a funny song
This poem aint over, cant ya see?
I've more to say
From me to you
I can say anything I want to
The little bird flies over my head
The little bird, the grateful dead
Silent sounds with no meaning at all
When the judgement comes to call
My final line will be a swan song...
The Firefly... will do no wrong.
END