The Back Of Your Hand Poem by Pierre Rausch

Know more about the rest
When interest inspires
I must try to practice
The spirituous connector
Of having often wished
I thought I liked you
Don't try to force it
Be practiced in intuitions
That you are OK, you feel more
I wish I were out of floors
That this even observed
Doubtless transported
At last he resolved
Dear driver, dear captain
The little room near the bed
The war is over
Endured that affection
A dash happening
The invitation to Beverly Hills
She felt suddenly the balance
We passed at arrival
We passed at arrival
The proof of affection