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And I keep returning to the blogosphere with one thing or the other. Here goes another cryptic mess here. Are you the master of your choice?  Bright and vibrant eyes, A soothing voice, Helpful demeanor, Subtle yet present curves, A shapely dress, Highlighting them all, As if she wasn't already attractive enough. She called out to him, Gently nudging for attention, From time to time. No matter how big the crowd, He ogled at her unabashedly, Never let her out of sight, Or an arm's length. She wasn't new in his life, Nonetheless, she managed... To morph in many ways From time to time Just for his attention And he, for her Diabolical, was she? One fine day… He sat with his back, Turned away from her, Like he cared - For the world around him. As he looked up and around, All that was left was... Burned bridges, Withering flowers, Fallen leaves, Decadence of life as he knew it And an insignificant ray of hope. ...

Losing battles I was, dusk to dawn And over again..  Futile were all my efforts to win So I ran... She seemed to follow me everywhere... Every time I looked, I floated away... Deeper in her thought... She held me in an inexplicable trance,  I couldn't take my eyes off... She vanished at will... She wouldn't wave goodbye.. Forlorn I looked for her, come dawn, to no avail... She came back slowly but surely, Giving me glimpses... Of her beauty, of her glow... For she was a reflection, a shadow.

    I took a deep breath as I sat down at my window & watched the world go by, Among all the beautiful things in nature I caught a little glimpse of her. I wandered, wandered like a mad man to know who she was... I walked back home lost and alone… still looking for her out the corner of my eye…. It was quite a while but, I sat at the window as if there were a tether. Nights went by and days dawned on.. I sat by the window and stared through the glass. It was a white winter morning I was sipping on my coffee by the window... Like a tiny ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds.. there she came… A sense of cheer surrounded her and she was radiant in the red scarf she wore…  I ran out to talk to her for I wanted to know….  To know her name, where she lived... Where she worked and who she was …I asked her to dinner so…..  Days flew along while I learned about her past… It had no importance, for we looked into tim...