Sometimes I think we're so afraid of falling in love
that we get stuck in ( - or are consumed by - ) our
own private little traps.

Someone asked me recently why I was attracted to you.
and honestly, I don't know. It's just this feeling I have inside.

Like a rose ready to blossom.

(c) April, 2000, Steven H. Lee

This poem is also posted in The Writer's Corner at Epinions.com, as well as on Literotica.com.