"MYSTERY LADY"

I saw a jacket
Lying in the street
Wondering
Whose could it be
Who does it belong to
I picked it up
The scent of roses
The sweet fragrance
Went straight to my head
Who does it belong to

It started to rain
A warm pulsing rush thru my veins
And I couldn't help but smile
Then walked for a few miles

As soft as a whisper
Texture like a feather
The color a deep red

I'm filled with both passion and dread

Who does it belong to
I check the pockets
A poem inside
She has a beautiful mind
Who does it belong to

It started to rain
A vision of a lovely Woman
and I just smiled
With a promise to find her
Even if it took awhile

Who is this mystery lady
My subconscious
What do I do
I've got to see this through
Who is this mystery lady
I hope she returns
My body burns
I want to see her face
And know her name