The Problem Being.....

That, I find myself somewhere in between the what was, the might what have been, and the what might be. The female mystic, thighs in disguise...wanton, and I just might want some. Do I wish to regress, proceed, or attempt to make something out of nothing, am I yet another in a long line of romantics, is there no perfection, is there no true soul mate, why did she she leave me for Africa,would I have left her for Africa?? Damn these questions of love...love, what is love, but a word, a transient feeling, an expression of the loins...a necessity perhaps of evolution?? She makes me think of the past, she makes me feel guilty in the present, she makes me long for the future. She, She, and yes She.