There is such a way that she looks

That sets my heart on fire.

Makes me think of all the thinks

That I want to think about.

Methinks

That the woman doth smile too much.

She doesn't know,

Oh

So subtle.

That she doesn't know my intentions,

Through all of my misdirections.

I look wistfully

Watching carefully with shy smile

Knowing all the while

That my love might be too intense.

06/17/2008

Author's Note: Rolling on.....

Posted on 06/17/2008
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