sitting here in solitude
sifting through the multitude

I see what lies on open pages
imaginations up on stages

pretty women in all kinds of poses
what they feel one supposes
or what my mind super imposes

or has her spirit created a link
I'm not sure what I think

I feel so much about pretty girls in lots of poses
are they real or like silk roses

is this beauty for my heart to steal
or something I created and then made real

Is it their love that I zeal
or just my love that I feel

theres one more thing before the curtain closes
it's only for me or what I suppose is