he Felt
Quietly he walked,
Into the dark room,
He has laid, and drowned in his thoughts.
Loneliness is his comfort place.
Only the special one who will,
Hear his quiet steps,
Open the door when he softly knocks,
Know how to keep the room brightly dark,
Walk blindly, Dance divinly next to his fire.
His eyes Look dead but filled with passion....
Into the dark room,
He has laid, and drowned in his thoughts.
Loneliness is his comfort place.
Only the special one who will,
Hear his quiet steps,
Open the door when he softly knocks,
Know how to keep the room brightly dark,
Walk blindly, Dance divinly next to his fire.
His eyes Look dead but filled with passion....