Have you ever wondered what was the meaning of life?

When all things earthly fade away
And darkness just seems to creep in-
To any little crevice and you pray
That you can find no mean-
ing in all things you do?

Perheps we exist for things we cannot define,
something as feeble as love.
It is like the fresh tulips of the temperate neatherlands,
It blooms in all variety, only to vanish when the spring of life
Is long gone and you fall to pieces when winter follows?

But you will be my strength when I am weak,
My source of hope when all else fails.
So stand by me baby, when my knees tweak
From the fatigue that runs through my entrails
I know you are there, for I feel your heart beating close to mine.

One might not be the smartest man alive,
Nor the strongest, hunkiest stud around
But I do know what love is,
And I feel it so very deeply; I promise you,
My wasted heart will love you always.

<3 Odac

Sorry I'm feeling quite random so you just laugh the poem off as a joke. =)