An expressive journey into love, and the denial of love...
Denial
Just because I feel euphoric when you stroll through my mind, it doesn't mean you light up my world. Honestly, positive people always have that affect on me.
Just because I go weak at the knees and butterflies assail me, it doesn't mean you excite me. I'm a nervous person see.
Just because I look at your picture more than once a day, it doesn't mean you're my eye-candy. I'm just admiring the impressive photography.
Just because your compliments make me skip, blush, and giggle girlishly, it doesn't mean you've touched the core of my femininity. I'm a rather shy person really.
Just because I feel your presence when you're not here, it doesn't mean we have a sacred connection. Pay no attention to my overactive imagination.
Just because I fantasize about you often, it doesn't mean you're my mind-candy. Brilliant intellects are a source of enthrallment for me.
And, just because I wrote this poem about you…it doesn't mean I'm falling for you. My Muse presides over the writing I do.
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Be safe,
Karen
Warmly,
Sage
Gotta love our muse.