Found Poem

It was the first time I'd seen her under the luminous moon,
She stood out like a flash of fuscia in a room of black,
I know she saw me

I could hear her heartbeat race from here,
If only that Royal Copenhagen noticed these things

There would be no contradiction,

Then she would never have let me experience her essence,

But she did, so I spilled my dreams of taking her to Coolwater, Aspen and Fujyama

Only to learn that her intentions were otherwise,

We were just friends, and one day she would visit the Chapel of Love with that Hugo Boss

Then would she realize his heart is of diesel fuel and

She Would Have Been Better Off With Me.