She sends my heart a flutter, A new muse to lay my eye upon. She is so animated and passionate, Her smile beams illustrious beauty, Her eyes speak more than a thousand words, And her features are accented by personality. A smile and wave sends me through the roof, Time between visits is left to think about her, Just waiting for my chance to shine, Soon enough.
This is the archive of previous writings of the Opiated Sherpa. It's mostly poetry that dates back to 1997, back when I was a sapling of 16. And then since then... this.