 scotti 2006-10-05 . chapter 1Haaha! I had my tissues ready this time. Poor Superman...maybe one day he'll wake up and find that he's not dreaming, and he'll roll over, look into her eyes and hold her tight. I liked this poem. You did a wonderful job at portraying the lonely tortured soul of a man who wants nothing more than to be with the one he loves. Keep mixing them up and pouring them out, Michael.~Scottie |