Untitled (Mystery Woman)
You are a mystery woman to me.
You are large at heart, nothing at sight.
You are everything at mind, everything in the imagination.
I know you by words, not by sight nor by sound.
I know you by vibes, feelings, and truth,
But not by lies.
You are a wind.
I am an angel.
You are a flame.
I am an angel.
You are a rose.
I am an angel.
You are a berry.
I am an angel.
You are a valley of sweetness.
I am an angel.
You are hope
I am an angel.
You are missing.
I am an angel.
You are perceived.
I am an angel.
You are words.
I am an angel.
You are there.
I am an angel.
You are who?
What color are your eyes?
Your eyes?
© 1996 David Greg Harth
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