IN MATTERS OF THE HEART, IT PAYS TO LISTEN.............
A Poem Fuzzled A Lady did once think perhaps words for her were words for many, Though she may think me extraordinary, and at times I am, At others I am but a poor befuzzled male grasping for a clue, A hint how to unlock love that may not be deserved, but needed, In the border wilds between the... Sign in to see full entry.