Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (August 26, 2000)

His intellegence makes me speachless

His touch makes my knees jello

Funny how he had me

with a simple, “Hello.”

He transformed me from

girl to goddess

with insight on politics and religion

How can I express myself to this Greek God,

this Einstein

when every time he looks at me

I forget my name?

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