By Patrick Brown    patika@hotmail.com
Date: 1 April 1999

If this isn't love, What is?

Sitting up late at night,
I am just at my height,
I look at my side,
her eyes are open wide,
her body is glistening with sweat,
a good match I had met,
we started to kiss,
a kiss I knew I would miss,
I know I need to be w/ you,
but what can I do?,
everyday we are apart,
I know this is love in my heart,
I wish I had a dime,
to turn back the time,
so I could remember what we used to be,
oh, what you mean to me.
              -Patika