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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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