Run for embrace into the golden Mystic
Light calling case by case.
So much goes on in a relationship,
It's never easy at best and before
You can fathom it I will have passed
The test. There is a languishing
At the parting a Sigh at the sorting
And a relief at having met.
I gave my heart to you
And frankly I don't want it back,
Keep it, nurse it, curse it
Remember it for all that you lack.
It's a day of solitude,
Not one of sorrow for sure
Because we met
And that was destiny
At the dastly crossroads.
I'll remember how your moustache tickled,
Your skin all musty and sweaty
And soon we shall meet
When you can call me Betty.
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