Etta er ljóð sem ég samdi (á ensku).

You are like a rose in the desert,
a hidden beauty amongst the wicked.
You are what keeps me going through the day,
a mystical power from the void.
You're what I pray for in the evening,
a worthy cause to die for.
I'm just a shadow in your victory,
victory of my heart.
Every day I fantacise of you,
with every passing moment loving you more.
Every day is gettin more desperate,
every day…
I wonder if I would be worthy,
worthy of your passion.
I try not to stare at you,
I can only hope to suceed
I've tried searching for others,
a desperate search.
I've realized you'r ethe one for me,
But am I the one for you?
All I can do is hope,
hope you notice me…

Þetta er fyrsta ljóðið sem ég skrifa (í langan tíma).