In my mind I walk down a thousand garden paths With a thousand roses and sunflowers too I’m wearing an impeccable white 1920’s tailored suit, Jay Gatsby couldn’t touch it. So clean that you’d have felt as if you just stepped out- Of a bath drawn for you by three beautiful maidens. As I approach you I begin to walk slower, Your beauty is stunning. The way the Sun is glistening off your skin. Ears, nose, and lips to precious to touch Aww-but to kiss, now that’s heaven! I pick a sunflower and hand it to you. But your whole being is breathtaking, And my heart begins to pump uncontrollably fast. Aww-it hurts! I must look away! I run over to a marble bench gripping my heart. I take a drink from the fountain. Before I look up, I see your shadow- I am now scared. You approach me sitting on the bench with my head down. As I look up a tear runs down my face. You ask me why am I crying? And I tell you, “Because I love you.”
*3:30 A.M. on a day in June 2002, written for no one in particular.