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I paced, nervous tension building love skyscrapers for me to jump off of... jump, jump, jump said the voice in my left ear. I walked in circles in fear of your return, your love had burned a trail through mi corazon and shook me to my bone unlike any other your love never smothered our flame and ashamed by the light left I allowed the green demon to engulf my soul releasing you from me and releasing me from your hold. A destiny foretold by your premonition, my rendition of our affair has a different ending all together. In my soul we walk off into never-never land hand in hand. What God has brought together let NO man put asunder. I pace more now wondering if you will actually return like you said you would... (Luther Vandross... Don't you remember you told me you loved me babaaaaa). I could taste your love just listening to the words. Like a fairy tale when you speak it's like birds begin to sing as their wings fan the flames of our love. Like Icarus the wax on my wings melts and I fell head-first in love with you drowning in emotion, my demise denied in my soul. My heart's eyes cried extreme ecstacy sensory overload no longer walking alone down the road towards true love... who knows which Noah first released, the crow or the dove... the result the same, inner peace. Satisfaction at the very least would be reward enough if I could just see you one more time for the rest of my life. When we were last together I promised that in time you would be my wife... wish I may wish I might...

Classically refined you literally strutted into the spotlight head held high ready to redefine the word "chica." "Rica" was more appropriate, mystical look yet scientific abstract and intelligent you spent the opening moments of introduction inspecting my production. Critically acclaimed I was shamed and stripped defenseless by your preparation but I closed the space between us, the separation; turning the tables until we were sitting side-by-side in examination of each other in order to futher understand the intricacies of the lover psyche... I see you looking through me "Mira!" not knowing if what you percieve is what I believe or if what you believe is what I see. Both of us asking ourselves the question "Can this truly be?" I admit that you struck me positively with your appearance my expectations often un-met lead to negative perceptions pre-set but you were the truth as advertised which did leave me somewhat taken aback and dare I say... surprised. Now that I've wised up and I have been sized up by your meticulous eyes what lies in store for this thing we call "US?"