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his absolute criminal good looks

could have easily been taken out of the pages

from one of my romance books

his heart was knotted up, angry, hurt and cold

but the fire of my sweet spirit unthawed its hardened

ice and managed to loosen its hold

such uncertain emotions shouldn't be allowed such

powerful liberties

I heard the desperate cry from his affections indifference

but ignored its pitiful pleas

I saw the forest fully but still tripped over all

of its trees

unbeknownst to me while attempting to drive him into

my awaiting arms I drove myself to my very own knees

and while I was hunched over trying to relight the

badly needed flame

he located my Achillies heel and left before the

end of the game............

(written Jan 28, 1992 am)