all the roads are paved
with romantic intent
and the foundation has
an underlining current
the sweetness of her voice
it erases a lot
but the trail to broken hearts
and the wisdom of dreams
never gives anyone common sense
if only to hold it all
and not lose the map
her curves are the playground
of best laid plans
for the devil architect
her slack stare of heat
re-fries the beans
if only another kiss
and nothing to lose
if only
is such a big dream
on a bumpy trail