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There she stood, hair as ebony as the sky we shared, lips moist from her dazzling gloss. In a dilemma she was in, indecisive of Which photo she should purchase; which were All just so fantastic, it was a struggle even for Me to begin. My mission was simple: ask the young lady for A picture and get on with my life. Little did I know not a megapixel in the world Could define such beauty. An angel, a goddess or heroine Were occupations my mind illustrated for her To be referred. However the dame's name was Patricia and that's What she preferred. Our discourse exhibited a few glances, a chuckle, and the most Appreciated smil

It's six-thirty not a moment too soon Nor a second too later. My body tenses up ever so slightly for every second that I wait for her. I'm smitten by our future endeavors; our walks, our discourse. The our time Together is suddenly cut short filling my soul with such displeasure and remorse. From the look of my watch it reads 8:27pm, so Mr. Jones should be home in an hour Or two—I still can't believe I'm involved with a married woman. A prostitute, or dancer maybe but I never figured this would be the issue. Sure she's got her obligation and of course as do I, but how is it fair to be victim to Cupid's arrow if you can't even send

Cupid you bastard!! You wretched lil pixie You've broken my heart but I Know someone else who can fix me. Oh Sandman, oh Sandman, oh Keeper of Slumber, grant me a dream of my beloved who adores Rain, lightning and even some thunder. With eyes So brown and lips so moist, my heart beats for no Other as though it seems it has no other choice. Sure playing chess with Venus's offspring was a crude and selfish Game but what I ask for now is much more simpler, Oh Sandman, please don't mislead my heart such the same.

Roses are Red but on occasion they can be white. Of course that wasn't important I just didn't have anything else to write. What is important, however is that I care for you with all my heart. Just the very thought of you grants my day the ability to start. You may love rainy days, and I seem to enjoy sunshine, but all I'm asking is.. ...Will you be my Valentine?

As we walk the hall, her very sweet scent makes my day I want to tell her I love her, but I'm not sure they are the words to say. Her lips are as divine as heaven's front door, The sound of her voice makes me quest for much more. A kiss, a stare, a remark, a gesture Just the feeling of thou's presence grant thee thy pleasure. Upon separation of thy love grants thee great sorrow Only time will tell if I will see her tomorrow.

So it appears you've ignored my request overlooked my plea. But one of these days I'll get my wish I don't care if it takes a shooting star or a genie; heck I'll use all three. As so it seems you've been entangled with the little harpies game, he may not be a woman but in nature his intentions were all yet the same. To steal peoples hearts and use them for his own gain; he broken my heart once, I won't let him take of what's left to remain. And to think all I ask for was simple dream or aspiration if you will, but instead it is as though you have played around with my mind like blades on a windmill.

Roses are red Dandelions are yellow First impressions are rough but I'm more of a delightful fellow. Wow I haven't even introduced myself how boorish of me. The name's Kyle and I would love to get to know you over a cup of coffee.

Mirror Mirror on the wall I know the fairest but when should I call? Today, Tomorrow or maybe next weekend? Dialing the number isn't the hard part it's pressing send. The issue isn't knowing what to say but how you will reply. What I wanted to say was "I love you" but all what seemed to come out was "Hi".

This red brick building shuts me out, And mocks me in every concrete fold, Extending a formidable hand of welcome, It grasps, and entices your senses with relentless force, Until you're driven man longing for your deepest desires. Shamelessly, it thrusts upon me a mirror image, That reveals the very essence of my soul, and its darkness. With that image, it tries to deceive me, tries to release the demons within; And should I give into temptation, I would be forever trapped. How easily I could fall in step, To dwell in this empty shell of being, Falling victim to the fears I so foolishly locked away. Yes, this establishment mocks