I cannot fathom the depths
of your soul, but, as the eyes are a mirror of it,
deeper than Moria's mines,
light and darkness combines,
reading the signs
of the eternal chaos,
swirling like sand in a sandstorm,
Watching from the door of your dorm,
slightly tense under the pretense of a dream,
I liked you on a whim, thinking about sin,
What we gonna do when you
are coming to close, to perfection,
or to me, I can be another hero,
mirror to Hiro Nakamura,
teleporting back in time,
for another day with you,
'How do you do?' I was asking as a joke,
slow poke to the sock and gift bag,
Christmas everyday, hey, since
I met you an eternity back,
no slack, no slash, just one little blush,
watching straight into your eyes,
thinking one more time
at the Emerald Dream.
