How could I love
A man I never dreamt about;
When he is like the paoerman,
Thin and just drifting by?
His fragrance filled the air,
Twirling down the aisle,
Like the thunderbolts of fire!
Pricking my inner senses!
His immaculate simplicity
Haunted my restless skittishness;
Beginning to captivate me
Triumphing over my paradigm!
How could I love
A man I never dreamt about;
When he is just passing
And felt nothing to the touch?
(11/20/04. 10: 50 p.m)
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My inner senses. Love and dreams! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.