I Don'T Know If I'Ve Ever Been In Love Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I know for myself
That her love for me
Is like an inaudible prayer
That God never hears.

When she dresses
In front of the mirror
I realize her black dress
And matte red lipstick
Were never intended
To slip into my dreams
Like a supple breeze.

Her soft words
And inviting eyes
Are simply a debilitating vision
By a mirage-filled mind.

But what does she mean
In giving me her number
At a restaurant table
As I gaze into a vase
Of lavender flowers?