I don't even know her
But there are things about her
That excite me,
Mutual interests and things in common.
My imagination kicks in
Soon finding overdrive
As it runs away with itself,
My image of her is delightful.
I know, I know. It's fantasy.
But what's wrong with that?
I'm a hopeless romantic
And I hope I never lose it.
I love the things she tells me
And try to read between the lines.
Less is more,
I love it.
She's captured my attention
And my span isn't waning.
Every communication
Adds a piece or two to the puzzle.
Maybe we'll meet, maybe not.
Excuse me while I check my inbox.
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-hell-am-i-doing/
