I
took
–
–
just
a
glance
–
–
and
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
romance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
romance
–
–
where
.
t
h
e
.
candles
dance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ where
.
t
h
e
.
candles
dance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ where
.
t
h
e
.
candles
dance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
all
hours
.
o
f
.
caressing
feet
.
a
n
d
.
hands . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ all
hours
.
o
f
.
blissful
breath
–
–
upon
lips
–
–
that
land . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ blissful
breath
–
–
upon
lips
–
–
that
land . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
took
–
–
just
a
glance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
took
–
–
just
a
glance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
took
–
–
just
a
glance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
and
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
romance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
romance
–
–
where
.
t
h
e
.
candles
dance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ where
.
t
h
e
.
candles
dance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
all
hours
.
o
f
.
blissful
breath
–
–
upon
lips
–
–
that
land . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
until
.
w
e
.
awake . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ until
.
w
e
.
awake,
–
–
smiling
upon
.
t
h
e
.
sands . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ smiling
upon
.
t
h
e
.
shimmering
sands
.
o
f
.
faraway
lands.
Reflection: This was a popular romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in February of 2022 about a sweeping, runaway romance. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful, haunting gem of a song “Touch in Mine” by Esperanza Spalding which I played in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem and inspire the writing of the poem. So, if you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.