“Love is an attempt to change a piece of the dream-world into reality.” – Theodor Reik

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Every time the circle turns, it twists my

heart in the rotation, for I so

keenly perceive the time without you.  By

this frozen season, every time I go

from my room, it’s with hope and prayer that the

face I’ll see bears a faint scar at the jaw,

and hazel eyes, with a rogue’s smirk for me,

complete with smooth off-hand remark.  The thaw

of spring brings new promise, that an auburn

head will appear in the crowd, pushing through

tourists on cobblestones; that I may turn

and see at last the one I belong to.

One thought plagues – do I seek right?  And if you

saw me tomorrow, would you know me too?