Sweetheart, frankly sometimes, I can neither read,
Nor comprehend the hieroglyphs of your heart.
Incidentally, I try to follow my instincts, the heat
Of the moment, and the sweet smell of the burning seed.
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You are amazingly retaining the tempo of good writing and your observations have a realistic touch.A woman`s mind is a concern of all seasons. A good poem sir