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passion forms ideally in the eyes of innocent

mirth

from across an overly crowded room

I feel him slowly weighing my mental worth

no bandy of witted words is exchanged

why, I don't even know my obvious admirer's

Christian name

he notices the circle of gold coldly weighing

my left ring finger down

and the question rises softly to his eyes

when?

apart from the couple just across from me

I am truly most alone

but the tedium too quickly dies

as I slowly start to grin

ten minutes into our bemused stranger's game

I wonder if he does just this with every woman

exactly the same

calmly observe and admire from only just so far

I wonder just how tall he is

and does he know he looks like a movie star

the waiter is summoned to the dear sir's table

as he happens to be passing by

soft, brief words are whispered but them my ears

can't quite seem to spy

then a glass of white wine with a blood red rose

is placed before me  along side a golden

embroidered card

which so boldly yet romantically read;

this wine I'll bet is as smooth and potent

as your pale and flawless skin

the rose as soft, lush and red as your perfectly

formed lips

its not often that a man like myself walks into a

fine yet stuffy restaurant like this

and promptly over a completely beautiful stranger

he inexplicably flips

welcome to my life dear lady

but first I must learn your lovely name

for that will become my language and eventually

your complete love my freedom

for in that I can find no shame...........

(Feb. 25, 1994 am)