There’s a woman I love who no-one gets to know a single thing about, least of all her
Met way back when, an instant attraction, then so very much as a rather elegant dance between these travailed sheets
Seriously intertwined once upon a time within her manicured feet
I will never, ever get to forget her cherry blossom breath upon my all too eager cheeks
Yet memories can, and will, not be enough
We need to start all over, set these shuddering wheels in severe motion once more
The perfect storm in an oh so distant ocean – perilous
Just seems I don’t own, let alone hold the right kind of potion to ever take her back

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