I swell

Your perfume wafts by

I follow the trail

Like a cartoon character following its pie

It's eye

So sweet as I crane my neck

Your hair like ivy

and skin like ivory

and smile sending me

Straight up my spine

a stroke of lightning

and I am undone by your voice

the clerk seems so too

Not knowing the work to be done by you

The things I was just put through

and At night I will dream

To be loved by you

Though none of it may be true

Because all that gives any feeling

is the hue of my cheeks

The sway of my hips

The lingering of my eyes

And stares as you walk by

with roses at your feet

and a hand never met with mine

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