The Lost Love

The lady before me Waltzes through my lane... The air I breathe.... Mixes with her scent... My exist-tense Is fashioned around her Day and night I pawn around her lane To smell her scent She oozes an appeal.. That douses my medulla oblongata What will I not give To be with her if just for a day I want more... But I fear she wants less The vultures envelope her Like a conclave.... She wants to break free I memorized my scripts Dug out from the crypt ...Alas..the rule book fails I stepped up my gear To be in the clear But am still in the dark What to say is beyond me What to do is unknown to me She has the key She pulls the strings A tale of two cities Just my luck...