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my heart began to softly palpitate

as he walked by confidant in his graceful gait

I'm 'Spirit Easy' with no real show

why I could tell the very president himself just where

to go

yet, my true feelings for this mentioned man I can not

let myself let him fully know

so I take many breaths into my lungs deep and slow

my eyes should learn to refuse themselves this pleasure

and simply say no

if I could capture his fiery filtered heart I would

without a moment's haste

so many things could be so good between us and waiting

can only equivocate waste

I give to you this broken heart that of which I have

carefully sewn back together

you and you alone carry the umbrella that sweet

laughing smile that could see me through any emotional

weather

please feel something for me

so whispers the discarded soul

for I can not continue on with the playing of this

distant yet uninvolved role............

( written June 9,1992 am)