To You

(This poem is for all those Who once met the one
They feel they could have made it With
But unfortunately something happened . . .)

To You

This is your poem.
I Wrote it in the night
You took me into your apartment
For the first and only time.
I doubt you still remember
What you said When I told you I Was leaving.
Looking at your Watch,
You said, “Six P.M.! It’s too late.”
Not noticing my smile
You then turned to me before adding:
“You know it’s unsafe to be out so late.”
What really moved me is that
You didn’t know Who I Was.
You didn’t ask
Where I Was coming from,
Nor did you Worry
About my purpose in being there.
You were only listening
To the Voice from Within.
The Voice that never lies
When listened to carefully.
When I looked into your eyes,
I realized I had no choice.
When you took my bag
And placed it on your table,

I knew the flame Was on.
I then found that

Love Was having control over my reason.

I don’t remember What happened next,

But I can remember us
A thousand kilometers from reality.
Back to reality,
I never asked myself
lf We Were right or Wrong.

All I know is that We had a nice time.

I hope you’ll keep that
As one of your Wonderful secrets.