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LOST LOVE |
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My wings are clipped. I can not fly.
I have oblivion within.
My Love has died. My futile try
Did not produce desired win.
He's gone away. We never saw
Each other, due to circumstance.
We've never touched or held our hands
All due to fateful lack of chance.
We've never kissed.
I haven't seen the bluest depth of his true eyes.
Forever missed
Will be our flights of passion in the midnight skies.
My bright red mane
And green-blue eyes have haunted him in real life.
I nearly drove him insane:
He couldn't have me for his wife.
Intoxication in disguise,
The ecstasy, the joy, the bliss...
Deep conversations of the souls:
That is what I'll forever miss.
Beloved's gone. My life is quaint...
I'll never kiss his blondish hair.
My essence - sad, my heartbeat - faint,
As I am left to my despair...
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