Tempted
Daydreams, schemes, melancholy dreams
A fairytale resurrected
Not by the hour but daily
A new god come erected
Wondering if it was true
Felt it was too good to be
That this handsome rogue
Would be in love with me
His eyelashes fluttered
His speech became sputtered
His color heightened
Whenever we enlightened
Upon some topic somewhere
My pride was assured
He was my beau if I cared,
At the last moment, I demured
Copyright © Anita Shirk | Year Posted 2005
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