When fantasy does not fit face,
Nor size,
Nor smile,
Not even race,
It is the unknown to taste,
That keeps us in chase,
It is the cover blown that test our taste,
To keep the fantasy that fits face
10/06/05
I really like this....I love a poem that makes you think...and this does. Sincerely, Mary
very nice...a unique and intriguing poem...great job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and to the point, good job.