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he was fire in my soul

from the very first moment I laid my eyes upon his

he spoke to me of riddles and aged remorse then did

a ninety degree turn and gave me a quiz

on love unbelieved, far beyond the reach of all unfortunate men

he never actually said the words but I felt in my very bones that

he was referring to some mysterious sin

by the light teasing of his obviously gentled touch

I admit only now that it was quite inspiring yet entirely

way too much

he held my trembling hand but insisted 'without the glove'

spoke on many a man and his too telling actions

but only danced around the subject of love

what divine ideas had he the precious courage to voice

from the very first moment we met

his tender, troubled teachings though often crude

were rehearsed to be seen as veiled regret

so surely, such an aged young man who can quote the likes of

Mr. Oscar Wilde himself, cannot be such a terribly terrible fellow

to see such before unseen things makes his nearly sightless soul

seem almost mellow

when we parted he broke no treasured promise nor made

no exiting threat

he only wished me well as he became engaged to the young

enchanting Miss Nellie who all too quickly

replaced me as his pet

now, as I sit here empty handed after him

with my eyes devotedly down cast

I realize the best for me has uncompromisingly ended

now that all my tomorrows are in the past.......

( written March 7,1993 am)