Wonders.

Random thoughts and babble that ran through my head that day.

Days pass by.
Of this, I have no doubt.
All the old wonders slowly fade.
New hopes sprout from her beauty and my fascination.
Some of love, some of worry.

Sometimes I feel like a tool.
Used to prepare some lowly game.
Sometimes I feel like she's the queen,
and I'm her king.

Time slowly runs by and I feel second at best.
Very rarely do I feel like that king sitting next to his queen on that high throne.
But, nevertheless, the sense of overwhelming love flows through my thoughts.
Lets just pray, it stays that way.

Author's Note

Kinda old, at least 5 years old. Same as before, I don't really care too much.