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…
