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'Twas a man I met the other night.
He stood so tall and proud.
His voice so soft and soothing,
like a whisper on a cloud.
He spoke to me of gentle winds,
of spirits amongst the stars.
He spoke to me of love and needs
of souls and minds and hearts....
My arms, they ached to hold him.
My lips to taste his wine.
And as I listened to this man,
a tear came to my eye.
He gave to me a hope of love,
a hope of peace and serenity.
He shared with me his dreams and then
he shared his starlit travelling.
This tall proud man with a gentle heart
had captured my soul once again.
My heart he held within his hands
where I hoped it would remain.
He told me of his loneliness
and of his wounded heart.
He told me of his fear that he
would live a life apart.
He told me he would never meet
someone who shared his dreams.
Someone who shared his hopes and wants.
I knew he spoke of me.
And though I stood before this man
and yearned to hold him close.
I knew that he would never know,
'twas I, he yearned for most.
I hoped and longed for him to see
the love within my eyes.
But this lovely, lonely, gentle man,
just turned and said, "Good Bye." |
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