I love him.
It happens all the time –
In any crowd,
I'll find an
Unsuspecting passerby.
My eyes catch him quick,
My mind latches on.
In a second I know it –
I'm infatuated.
His name?
Maybe not so much.
And tomorrow I'll forget him.
But today, and in memorandum,
I love him.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
