You are the possibility of something new:
Mint green money, freshly pressed.
Your smile beckons the horizon,
Your lips bring in the tide.
You are the idea I’ve been waiting for:
The stroke of genius I long for.
The lines on your face spell love,
The glint in your eyes breeds desire.
From afar I wonder,
At a distance I watch –
Putting together the What could be’s, the maybe’s, and the maybe not’s…