Adriana
Divine is the name and you are to me a vison, moving through time and fire.The ritualistic mating of love birds my memeory casts has not
quenched my thirst or drenched my desire.Chance is prime and the choice is ripe to find that woman no treasure can measure.A weather
beaten road and I'm finally here beyond her face a gateway of all
my pleasure.No more pointless days no more tired search, a second life
of happiness looks in a proud stance.Thoughts of the future with
unreasonable excitement energy and possibilities strike in full-
tilted glance.Adriana, surpassing my dream my fantasy integrates
with my present creating an unrealized beauty.
poem by William Blackman
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