Well strike me dead, I can’t believe my luck
A cute thing turned her gaze on me today
Saying things she wouldn’t normally say
She reached out and gave my heartstrings a pluck
She doesn’t shrink back at the slightest touch
My spine tingles as she’s drawing this close
She tells me I’m the one she likes the most
And that she craves my company so much
She will kiss me, hold me and so much more
She wishes to feel the warmth of my arms
She wants to be swept away by my charms
Insisting she’s whom I’ve been waiting for
Alas, it’s nothing but a lie, I fear
It’s an illusion that I hold so dear
2nd January 2005
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