If I Never See You Again

When she got close and I looked in her eyes, 
                      my heart started to pound, my temperature rise.
                         I hid it quite well and even myself I surprised
                            Her  hair, it was brown as well as her eyes,
                              her smile electric, it lit up the whole sky.
                             I only we had met 
                            When we were both free
,                                she'd be in my car,
                                         sitting right next to me.
                      Both seasoned by time, faded memories pined,

                              We both moved ahead with our lives.
                                       you with a husband
                                                     Me with two wives.
                            We traveled the world    as time passed.
                              Time seemed starting to blur 
                                  Both in need of true love
                                              Yet finding no cure
                         It seems our paths have crossed once again,
                                so I say to you "remember back when?"
"Before show to you my hearts inner side
                                  , Im no longer afraid, Ive swallowed my pride"
"                          "A promise from you
                                          to not play me the fool"
                               "Do you want me to lie by your side"

RJM 2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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