Her notes were taken by birds to build nests
within branches where she sat, once
underneath a shade, against a shadow
of her loneliness.
She dreamt of him with opened eyes
but held back crystalline tears
because she was all dryed out.
Phantom of Love's Opera-
who waltzed around her mind
and bowed before years of shyness
peeled back closed petals.
His shoes tapped, left marks on marble
where feminine feet traced
masculine steps in tandem.
Nobody could replace the thoughts
asleep in its bed of passion
heated by his touch.
Another page turned and taken-
into skies, over clouds it skipped
passed the suitors with pickup lines
beyond bar cliche'.
Originality frozen in ice-
some have melted, been dug up in dreams
and given life a second chance to live
within her own shadow, complete.
It was verbally said also written-
The gentlemen grazed in pastures
hidden behind morality's hedges
within another woman's basement.
Behind doors double locked also bolted-
so he could not be seen [like the elusive Sasquatch]
by prying eyes that prayed nightly
for him to be real.
Gold trophy winner
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You take care, Sandy 
