I walk through the double doors of love. Your hair is shining, wafting of Vidal Sassoon. My nostrils flair with the combination of both Vidal Sassoon and Crab Rangoons. This poem is so mysterious, it mush be a secret love poem. Shh...Whisper...Don't talk loud.... You'll ruin my dinner. Our love blooms like an onion... Or at least an onion-like bread battered appetizer. Oh... Our love is sooooo secret. Let's get some fried chicken and get busy.