how do I see your beauty.
Is it just my imagination
perhaps a certain duty.
If indeed love be really blind
Then somethin’ just aint right
You just gotta let me know
is there love at first sight.
I thought it was a dream
Those visions in my mind
The stoking of the fires
and tender written rhyme.
The stroking of libido
and the vastly wild array
sensually placed touches
done in such a sweet way.
So strange how it goes
You come, then disappear
cause memories get left
I know that you were here.
But, one day, I do believe
these visions which appear
will halt their slick attendance
cause then… YOU will be here.
Del Cano 2003 May
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