A fictional poem. Sometimes loves has to be figured, even if no love is triggered.
Love leaves a stain
that will always remain
whether or not there
is a lasting gain
For me there is no gain
but this love will remain
Love can be a fantasy
of mind
a mirage that can blind
This is no surprise
I uncover my eyes
What do I see
it's definitely not your love
coming to rescue me
I appreciate
but do not initiate
Just the thought of you
doesn't turn my eyes misty blue
I accept the part that is sour
and appreciate a lovely flower
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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Edwin
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D