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softly yet tenderly he spoke

with his apparent deep love

draped gently for me to see

upon his worn soul's sleeve

why, the depth of such emotion

he drummed up

very nearly half strangled me

he closed my over melancholy eyes

but with the mere exquisite touch

of his dear, angelic words

minus the wings of some their

spoken form

and by then I was destine to

believe

this sweet, untainted madness

welling up to over take any

logic

how it so easily brings me to my

trembling heart's now shaking knees

how could I have ever even once

questioned what the soul obviously

needs

my soul

this man

this unbelievably beautiful man

so incomparable in his trembling

confession of his so secret feelings

in such moment how could my own love

not concur

such men I was informed do not really

exist

they only waltz to the sweet enchanting

tune of a young impressionable girl's

fantasy

hence forth I must be dreaming and am

far younger than any previous adolescent

emotional state that I've ever before

allowed myself to wallow in

but with such brave, quiet single minded

conviction

he had me perilously

in his gentleman's grip

emotionally

mentally

sentimentally

spiritually

and quite irrevocably

I am the last woman

to feel such an all encompassing love

so Time, you treat me kindly.........

(Sept. 5, 1997)