she is

whom she is



a secret

somebody s lover

not mine

it is fine

and always has been

what will be

will be

cherche no more

am poor

in the things

that attract the right

kind of mate

so fate s kismet

says blue balls

make you learn

you may burn with lust

but i know

i can trust fewer and fewer women

ladies i truly love and admire you

but the persons i want

only haunt me

in dreams

and no amount of schemes

or influences

will attract you to my heart nor my bed

you she

is a sometime friend

and death is not the end

my love