Its Simple They Tell Me
It's Simple they tell me:
but when I saw you I was in turmoil inside.
you moved across the ballroom as if it were yours.
the emerald of your dress, the fire of hair
made a desolation in me.
Its Simple they tell me:
Women, they say, just women.
But when I saw you I near cried out. ..... and then we talked,
talked so many things that made me ache and made me sharply draw my breath
and in this all a turn of head, was a glory unexpected.
Its Simple they tell me.
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