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Why not me, instead of she

The one you long to forever see

With loving eyes, and lips divine

You chose another, over mine

I long to feel your sweet caress

As bodies, together, gently press

With passion, lovers in the night

Together still in morning light

Yet I will never be the one

To hold you when this day is done

My dream, a distant fantasy

Of what true love was meant to be



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