Infatuation Stories

Love is love, when love wins. Determined not, by the way one spins! Love is oh... so much deeper than that. It's not about what's under your hat. Love is what you feel in your heart. One can't flip a switch,to make it start. You have no control,or even a say. When love bites, and comes your way. Beauty, they say is skin deep. Infatuation, knocks you off your feet. Beneath the outer layer. Every soul becomes a player. When...

Apprentice I cannot hope to ever matchyour lovely flowing linesyou measured words, your metered pacethe cadence of your rhymesAll I know is how your wordstouch something deeply hiddenThey recognize a secret placeThey call my name unbiddenAnd so I dance to your sweet songIt frees me, brings me lightMy stumbling gait, my earthbound waltz is transformed into flight

The smell of freshly cut grass wafted in through the open window. A deep sigh escaped her slightly parted lips as she turned her attention back to the front of the room. He smiled at her again. He knew that she had been daydreaming. He never tried to hide the fact that he was aware of her waning concentration and she never tried to hide the fact that she knew that she had been caught. She looked ahead for a minute longer...

She had the most beautiful profile, almost like a deer sniffing the wind, picking up the scent of gunpowder and tobacco and wondering from what direction the bullet might come. In the beginning he likened it to a natural instinct in him that made him want to chase her, and with the option of flight or fight, she almost always chose to run. He enjoyed the inventive games she seemed to play, making him work harder to track...