Thursday, February 14, 2008

Only one.

Wishing you were somehow here.

Though you may not be deep enough to understand me.
Though I've shed unnecessary tears for you.
Though you act like a jerk sometimes.

I still wish you are here with me.

Though I used to think you're a typical Casanova, I stand corrected today.
For beneath the surface of you face lies a gentle soul that is yet to be found.
A soul that can touch someone today.
A soul that can make me slip out of reality and fall into fantasy.

Happy Valentines Day.

With love,
Miss Deer.