Gainesville, TX U.S.
My thoughts are perceived through eyes that know not my existance.
Although she is crafty to presume that I am simple, little does she know the complexity that I share in deep feelings of passion only for her..
Our vintage strides we take each day hold all the worth in the world to me yet
I am invisible to her..
Her radiant hair, her simple laugh
if only there to cause a subtle hint of what she's hidding most..
The way she walks bring only the still pleasure that make statues jealous..
It is like a cool breeze atop a distant ocean..
The breeze caries with it many scents of which are gathered into one..
These scents constitue many, but together
they are like perfection
Perfection that I adore.....