--==# The Thought #==--
Some time ago my mind was clear,
and never let me down.
Before me then, a thing came up,
entering my mind.
A maiden fair, with lovely hair,
and eyes in which I drowned.
The maid was you, my love.
And since the day I first met you,
my mind has been all blurred.
All thoughts but one has faded down,
but the one still clear, and strong;
Is the consuming thought of you.
--==# Made by Telcontar 19/6-98 #==--