Sometimes at night I wonder
I know you're in the stars now
high above us all
and yet I still remember
the day I saw you fall
But sometimes at night I wonder
do you think of me
at
all?
Elaine, Elaine, my dear
You have eyes but
you do not
see
for every day I fight.
My love for you is what
keeps the stars
burning bright.
And it shines
down upon you
every single night.
For Elaine, my love
is what makes
the starlight.
So feel it wrap around you
cool and sweet and clear
and know that I will always
always
always
hold you
near.
I know you're in the stars now
high above us all
and yet I still remember
the day I saw you fall
But sometimes at night I wonder
do you think of me
at
all?
Elaine, Elaine, my dear
You have eyes but
you do not
see
for every day I fight.
My love for you is what
keeps the stars
burning bright.
And it shines
down upon you
every single night.
For Elaine, my love
is what makes
the starlight.
So feel it wrap around you
cool and sweet and clear
and know that I will always
always
always
hold you
near.
Well...I was thinking about Elaine's history, and I decided to write a poem. It seems she has lost someone she loved dearly.
So...here it is, my poem and a part of her history, and a picture.
--I was really proud of how this turned out, so I decided to post in intermediate. If it's not worthy, feel free to tell me why.--
