Saturday Jul 10, 2004

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What Amber (a bus-stop love story)

What amber haired beauty stokes the fire of my heart each morning?
Whose eyes stir the glowing embers of desire?
I stand before her agape,
Unable to speak
Unable to tell her
How my heart races whenever our eyes pass near
As I summon the courage to perhaps bend her ear
Alas, the bus is here... Again.

Written by Dennis Brian Moore (aka ThirdEyeView) . (c)2004
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fieldofdepth:
Awesome poem. And yes, that's the straight side.
Woa, you like Diana Krall too? blush

[Edited on Mar 15, 2005 11:29PM]
fieldofdepth:
I have 3 of her cd's but I rarely get to listen to them. The wife and kids usualy get first say as to what we listen to; and even when I do get to choose they groan when I put in something like that. They'll all be gone tomorrow...

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