Ah,

I see you in the distance dancing, twirling away Inching forward and backwards, coming close enough to touch, yet inching forwards and backwards tempting me looking so desirable. Inching within grasp but inching away again just before I can touch, Wrenching at my gut with this teasing my senses, letting me down just when I had begin to believe. Ah, but hope is hopeless. Ami 8/10/2000