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...
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