Is She It?
Is She It? Here is a poem I wrote right after our first deep encounter: Still Searching We have that in common, you and I. Both of us, hopeless romantics; Both of us, looking for love. I warned you that I was flirting. I told you straight out. Nevermind that the flirts were already past. Our darting-eye kissed faces betray us with their smiles. Broad, hungry, caring, wanting, needing. Once our Cupids touch, we must surrender to love or die. Dying sounds so awesome in your arms. Your youth, my... Sign in to see full entry.