I'm bored. Damn bored. My beloved system at work has been following its owner and is acting all disoriented. It seems to be booting, rebooting, booting, rebooting in an infinite loop. Strange are the ways of technology! Anyway, been ages since I wrote some heart felt poetry. I just got into my musing mode and out this came. Ah well, you never know. The mind still works :D As I wake up to his reflection, The sun seems to shine bright; I can't help but smile, Somehow it all feels right. It all stands strong, Across a twilight dim; Others may have seen angels, But I'm content having seen him. A bell is not a bell, Until you can ring it; You cannot know what love is, Until you have felt it. Time is too slow for those who wait, Too fast for those who fear; But time seems worthwhile, Only when you have someone near. Whatever our souls are made of, His and mine are of the same; This one is never called off, Even if love was a game. He's the poetry to my senses, And the shape o