I
wonder . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like,
.
.
t
o
.
.
be
.
t
h
e
.
guy
.
w
h
o
.
brings
.
t
h
a
t
.
smile
.
t
o
.
your
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ who
fills
.
y
o
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r
.
nights
.
w
i
t
h
.
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whispers
.
a
n
d
.
wine,
–
–
whenever
.
h
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.
comes
.
t
o
.
mind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
dance
inside
.
y
o
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r
.
candlelight
.
f
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r
.
moments
.
a
t
.
a
.
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
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r
–
–
–
moments
.
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t
.
a
.
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
.
t
h
e
.
rhythm
.
a
n
d
.
rhyme
aligns,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
feels
.
j
u
s
t
.
right . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ when
.
t
h
e
.
rhythm
.
a
n
d
.
rhyme
aligns,
.
.
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n
d
.
.
feels
.
j
u
s
t
.
right . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
.
I
almost
believe . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
almost
believe . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
y
o
u
–
–
–
could
.
b
e
.
mine . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
almost
believe . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
almost
believe . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
almost
believe . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
y
o
u
–
–
–
could
.
b
e
.
mine . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
.
t
h
e
.
rhythm
.
a
n
d
.
rhyme
aligns . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
feels
.
j
u
s
t
.
right . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
again
.
tonight,
.
.
I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
be
.
t
h
e
.
guy
.
w
h
o
.
brings
.
t
h
a
t
.
smile . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ who
fills
.
w
i
t
h
.
whispers
.
a
n
d
.
wine . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ who
dances
.
inside
.
t
h
a
t
.
candlelight . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
it
might
.
b
e
.
like . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
be
.
t
h
e
.
guy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ to
be
.
t
h
e
.
guy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
your
life.
Reflection: Here is a new romantic-themed poem that I wrote in reflection of a recent experience. I’m sure many of us have had similar kinds of experiences and can probably relate to this – so I thought I would try to capture it in images and words. I hope I captured it well and am grateful that I still have experiences like this from time-to-time. I started out by penning the line: “I wonder what it might be like . . .” and the poem pretty much wrote itself from that opening line. 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.