my only concern is that no one (esp. her) never reads this (or anything i ever have written)

today won't be any different
than the ones before it.
and why should it be, darling?
why should it be any sunnier.

'oh my god,' is all i can
think when i remember her scent.
the way she touched me, she sent
shivers up and down my spine.

for a summer fling it
certainly did feel quite
like the one the year
before- passion takes over.

so to every girl i've
ever had the pleasure of
encountering for more than
an evenings graceless encounter,

i have to say this 'cos
if i don't and when it is
i do die i'll regret this.
a prayer i say when i get a kiss.

apologies go out to the summer
time ladies who were just another
part time actress in just one more
act in this epic length fable.

i can't say i overly blame them.
those ladies who escape, at the damn
right moment or forever there after
be dedicated to easing my misery.

a fortnight turns into passing seasons
as the sun fades in the horizon i can
see the future, a glance at what is coming
on for me tomorrow- just more home-sick-longing.

if i get a moment of quiet serenity,
at least once a week then all is well
with me, at least, inside my psyche.
my heart, that still stinks of dying stories.

chapter's and chapter's of nothing
but metaphors and analogies describing
a woman so beautiful; that her immense
charm seemed to have taken up the whole story line.

i patiently squire used book store's
looking for a sequel to that tale.
too shy to ask the book keep for the title
'cos she's just a tad too pretty.

and-and-and i like her cute little style
so-so-so it's best i keep my distance in miles
cuz-cuz-cuz i just can't bare another woman's lies
they-they-they promise it's forever
but-but-but it's just til they discover something better.