the fire was on the first glance,
her eyes,
her lips,
a glow could not hide,
something in her smile,
her soft speech,
her touch,
held i but a captive,
and from that spot,
to the hour on the dot,
many of i had robbed,
thoughts.
the sun has risen,
the moon has shone,
and oh the stars,
through that galaxy have shot,
and she still be,
the cast in many my dreams,
her love is pure,
than a morning dew drop,
her love making,
robs me of many a breath gasp,
am left in sorrow,
and that loneliness cloud each time she be away,
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