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

96.10.07.12:30:00@31USQWNYC

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