Love- the un-inundated history

"A stranger loses half her charm the day she is no longer a stranger" - Genevieve Antoine Dariaux, So, I ask myself, have you lost the charm I once held for you?? Which would mean that you no longer are a stranger and that I have an insight into how and what your thoughts are. But, I do not know.. I do no know much about you. An action on my part would always lead to a degree of uncertainty in the kind of response that it would elicit out of you. Or maybe the uncertainty is just a factor or an inkling of the ignorance on my part towards being able to understand your responses to stimulus. Which would hence undermine my premise that you no longer are a stranger. So, you still are charming for me.. YES.. you still are charming.

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." - Plato. Really..?? As Michelangelo said, "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free".. if both great men were true simultaneously, would it not mean every rough man is a poet until the chisel of love touches him and makes an impact so deep, and a mar so beautiful that all that remains of his aboriginal form would be the angel inside him. If love could really have an impact so profound, why does every man not embrace his one true love?? Is it because of the fact that, noone would let something so sharp as love impinge upon his own facade even with the promise of embellishing one's character?? I certainly think so.. For what if the angel hidden beneath one's masquerade is one so fragile that one wrong pummel would eternally brand him, unfit for anyone else. This is exactly why the promise of true love towards someone does not move them enough to stir up an undulating love towards the other. And truly woeful it is when even so much love is but clandestine, and one keeps asking how can something so palpable stay oblivious to the other with whom one shares so much with.

"Love & electricity are one in the same my dear, if you do not feel the jolt in your soul, every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is spoken, a touch is felt,then you're not really in love." - C. J. Franks

But you never notice

I get up in the morning feeling happy and brand new
Because I know that when I come online I'm gone see you
I'm trying to act extra sweet alright
Then I realize i'm fooling myself deep inside

I look in the mirror and try to look perfect
Wanting to be your man I know that you're worth it
Then I look your way and you don't seem phased
You just don't notice me and I am all but dazed

I put clothes on while I listen to my favorite song
Hoping one day we will dance together agog
I put on my favorite body spray
Knowing i'll leave a scent when I pass your way

I went to the store and saw all the valentines day gifts
I only been away for an hour but it's you I miss
I close my eyes and see your smile
You just don't know how I love your style

I bought a dress that seemed made for a king
I wear it and still you don't notice my bling
Maybe if I loss some weight I would catch your eye
I try and try but I cant see my goal nigh

I say hI to you and you don't seem to care
Sometimes I wonder if you see me standing there
I tell your best friend how much you're on my mind
But it dont seem to get you to look at me one time

I guess we're not meant to be but I like you so much
I could only dream about your caressing touch
It's like you want to push me away but I don't know why
Everything about you says I'm your perfect guy

But getting you to notice is where I am stuck
And it might seem like I have the worst case of bad luck
But I keep dreaming ever so sanguinely
That for me your heart shall sprout sublimely