That’s the mystery. The longest question mark. Longer than all sheets of

paper. Never know when the piercing prickling arrow of Cupid would

tenderly…or…violently…pass through the walls of your heart. Causing

you either joy or pain. It happens when it happens. That’s the issue.

No one knows better. So, you get up, carry on. Do your daily routine.

And a gentle smile and eyes might meet yours. Your intuitive mind

raises either red flags…or a rainbow in your head. You might introduce

yourselves to each other. Set on a date. Have lunch or dinner.

Talk. Say either good night or come in. Spend the night in the arms of

your thoughts or in the arms or that one. Try not to rush. Try not to

rush. The devil could fancy a pretty honest face. As with Lucifer.

The most beautiful Angel ever. Give space to your thoughts. Let them

evolve. Before falling in a trap or in Paradise.

EO