I usually pick them my self,
watching like a hawk.
I scrutinize crowds or areas scantily filled.
Eager to choose.
I like the fantasy
As I imagine what it would be
Each one different
But to them, my eyes and heart went.
I love them, I love them all
Especially the ones who are intelligent and tall.
Men are antiques.
Each piece unique
They are so many to choose from and the rest to admire.
I could observe all day and never get tired.
©keira
K