Made Me Remember

She made me remember love
But not of love that's my own
I was not in love with her.
She just made my heart skip a beat
and made me nervous when we meet
Though these things did affect me
she just reminded me of love
--as a concept.
And that is all.

what could it have been?
Was it the brightness of her presence?
(which made me grin like a fool)
Or maybe the curves of her figure?
(which was quite enticing)
Perhaps it was the pudgy face?
(Which I wanted to touch with my palm)
Her beauty?
(she was just cute, actually)
Maybe it was one of those
--or perhaps all.

It's just that I learned to forget
Of love and all that foolishness
My heart has been mute for quite a while
But her vision produced a succession of beats
Which came and went with her image
It was like the giddiness of first love
--but not of my own
Just the concept.
And that is all.


There was something special about her
though it was all my imagination
It was the revival of supposed dead possibilities
Composed of roses, perhaps a dinner date
It even reached visions of a ring
But the face of the groom
was not my own
Which was absurd...
It was that she invited
such fantasies...of love
--just the concept.
And that is all.