Upon my ever sacred ground.
I can still feel
The earthquake as I shake.
It should have felt right.
So why do I feel this way?
I have to wonder
If what you said was a play
To get me to share myself with you
We've known eachother
A short five days.
I wonder if I made a mistake.
I can still smell you on my hands
And on my shirt I wore before
The essence of you
Is all around me
David Cassidy couldn't have said it better.
I think I love you.
This poem was written on July 10th, 2000
