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I have my platinum muse
It is a flighty, windy memory
Of a memorable, miserable encounter
With someone that reminded me...
I have not even fooled myself
Into believing something so weak
As the crippled, dying cupid
That is love at first sight.
The woman I am marrying,
Wasn't loved at first glance
She was a shallow puddle of mud
At my eyes first introduction.
Though, as I splashed in the mud
I was swept off my feet
Back into the primal wilderness
Of a child at play.
Caila makes me truly happy
Like a young boy
Tenderizing his stomping ground
After a heavy spring rain.
When the mud dried
I knew it was the remains
Of a memory when I was a child
Of being happier than ever.
What rose from those sterile ashes
Was a woman, a beautiful woman
She has flecks of gold in her veins
Eyes that emeralds envy
She didn't come and go,
Like the coy but beautiful Emma
Emma is only comparable
To a whiff of a nostalgic scent
Caila is my golden totem
Every moment we spend
Is frozen in time
Comatose, in its prime
Caila is my one true love
When that is no longer a fact
I will have forgotten about Emma
Completely, but sweetly.
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