Together
.
w
e
.
waltz
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
serene
.
tease,
.
.
o
f
.
.
a
.
smooth
.
a
n
d
.
soothing
.
dream,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
for
.
a
.
moment
.
believe,
.
.
w
e
.
.
might
.
never
.
n
e
e
d
.
to
.
leave . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ we
might
.
never
.
n
e
e
d
.
to
.
leave . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Anticipation
burns . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Passion
breeds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Memory
blurs . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
conscience
bleeds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
within
.
t
h
e
.
private
.
rooms,
.
.
o
f
.
.
margarita
.
moods
.
a
n
d
.
reminiscent
.
views . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Cartoon
.
colors
.
bloom . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
pleasing
.
images
.
brew . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
They
.
brew
.
a
n
d
.
confuse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
They
.
brew
.
a
n
d
.
confuse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
They
.
brew
.
a
n
d
.
confuse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
eager
.
illusions
.
w
i
t
h
.
the
.
truth.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2001 in reflection of some of the exploratory, romantic adventures I had in my earlier years. They were brief but passionate, exciting experiences that I would never trade.