My old soul is echoed by Moonlight,
The first poet friend I had.
Her beauty tends to come out at night,
For which I am truly glad.
In answer to the darling Sunshine,
Who was eager to reply.
It was not my place to call you mine,
Now that I know you, may I?
Sweet Alwye, try to forgive me please,
I didn't mean to offend.
I enjoy your warmth and how you tease,
Let our friendship never end.
Elvira, you cast a subtle spell,
As a ghostly presence here.
We're cast from the same mold. You can tell,
By the way we carry fear.
The next I meet only in e-mail,
Felecia, my dearest friend.
My dear, I really wish I could tell,
Where this friendship would end.
You know, I had a Red Letter day,
a free spirit I just met.
I'm really glad she's come my way,
I'm sure we'll both benefit.
Though I have intended no deceit,
It seems you might think I did.
This false deception is now complete,
My dalliances were never hid.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 07-19-99).]