Every day, since I was little, I had a crush on you.

The only problem is that I’ve never met you.

I thought I met you a dozen times, and perhaps I did,

but you grew and changed form before I could adapt.

Every day, I think I’ll meet you. But when I think maybe

that I have met you, turns out you are involved already,

or you are married, or you don’t live in my city. Or you

are not intelligent enough or you are too up tight sexually

or you hate the music which I enjoy.

Every day, with hope at my side, I search for you, or wait

for you. I go back and forth with the execution of the

procedure. (back and forth, back and forth) Eventually,

possibly, I’ll meet you. But, I haven’t met you yet. Or maybe

I did, and you are right there in front of me? I really don’t know.

Every day, I think that you reside in New York City, or a few

other places, like Korea, London and Cuba. Love is in Cuba,

my dream is in Korea, I love the English accent, and in my

city of New York, you have a cowboy hat on. One day, perhaps.

© 2002 David Greg Harth

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