Romanticist – to the point of calling every woman I divinely meet, my soul mate.

I am wrong in this manner.

It drives me crazy, and less saner.

I’ll figure this out…

I just want to let you know what this love is about.

Maybe I am lost, lost in the sea of beautiful women who do not see, their worth or themselves.

Everything is strange.

So I suppose I will write poetry with prose and philosophy, heart and honesty.

I am out of harmony, loving strangers.

There is so much danger, and I walk through the fire.

I am no liar.

I tell you what I feel.

I may be mistaken, but this love is real…