From the “Kissing All The Frogs” Series
You love someone else, you say
I am confused and anguished for having put my guard down
Long enough to let you into my heart
I so want to be done thinking about you, so I try but
It is her I can’t get out of my mind
It is not about her looks
It is not about her youth
It is not about her figure, what has me thinking about
For what difference would any of that make?
It is her I can’t get out of my mind, because
She can touch the curls in your hair
She can swim in the warm brown sea of your eyes
She can hold your strong, kind hands in hers
She can smell your scent on her pillow, and
Look affectionately at your short strands of salt and pepper hair left behind
She won’t have to look at those strands of hair long,
Or worry about their getting lost as I did
Because you, yourself, will be back in her arms soon enough
You will let yourself in with a gait to your walk
As you go to be with the woman you love
And I hope she is good to you, kind and generous
As I would have been, could you have given me a chance
Had I been lucky enough to have been her.
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