every time i pass her by
she stealthily sees me
with a face hidden beneath
a muslin veil she calls
whispers sweet nothings
this man created lovely
angel of a doll...at times
the poetry of my life
with her languorous
silence she assaults
in my shortcomings
she finds inconsequential
faults ..she wants me to
rise above myself..
but time and again
rebelliously i revolt
a poem a soliloquy
of my vagrant dreams
i must halt ,,
