My Storybook

Sometimes I just like to stare at you.

I make up all these little silly stories about what's on your mind,

sometimes the stories aren't quite so abstract. You see, I like being the playwriter of your stories, even if it's only in my mind. In these stories you are the hero of a romantic Shakespeare

tragedy or the ghost roaming the lonely walls of an abandoned castle.

Perhaps it would be nice to mention that sometimes you are a mythical creature of great enchantment and allure. At times you are a valiant dragon slayer and your stories are told across the globe.

Every so often you're a french bohemian who enjoys reading Poe and a cup of dark coffee...ocasionally you are such a free spirit and now and then you're an old soul. Once in a while you break my heart but now and again you're the only one who can fix it. There are times in which you like to sing to me softly and there are times in which you want to shout who I am to the world.

Maybe you're not any of those characters from my little stories, but I am guessing you are better than them...because, once in a blue moon I've seen you stare back at me and your eyes tell me that your stories of who I can be are more bewitching and have a certain air of magic.