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he's much too wildly attractive for my tolerance level

I would have far better luck in the attempt to tame the darker side of the devil

love could easily pas through him with but a single unpunished breath

leaving in its wake little or no apparent trace of its ever having been there,

let alone left

obsession is almost too strong of a word to try and

describe what it is about him that grips me

sometimes I feel I was sprung up on his life like a

woman without a country

or a romantic's idea of a gypsy

mistakes can easily be made but its one thing to make

them and another to have them up and walking around

why though when I catch his eye across any crowded room does my heart so painfully pound

with his mature man's body that any woman would die to witness the unveiling of

my mind and heart now argue over whether it was lust or love

can one truly fall in love with the likeness of one's own desirious dreams

or is it as impossible as most doctors and psychologists say it seems

does the mind not recognize the subtle blunder in

dealing with the ideal version of difference

maybe the mental aspect is the safest way to go so it would there for hold higher preference

lush feelings of languor dance lightly upon the fringes

of excitement when he's near

making even the most obvious to me seem so completely

unclear

in their spellbinding attempts to dazzle and further

insight

emotions imagine themselves as physical planes of immortal magic and take foolishly to flight

an in the shower of the unhoped for aftermath

it is I who is left with the job of filling the void rejection left in the path

so now I chalk up one more scar upon the body/board

of experience

and try to never forget there hasn't been anyone like him before or since

and remember this final blungeant blow to the fragile ego does away with any past, present or future pretense

into my heart just be thankful you only got a tiny glimpse.............

(written Aug 20, 1991 am)