Circles of life do turn us away...
The need is there to experience your vicinty...
Demand does the heart...
The soul vainly comprehends...
But the hand of love slowly ascends....
The fickle gaze...
The questionable stance...
The heart beats perilously...
The finger of fate wound in delightful compromise...
The feeling....disconcerting.
Merrilly, the fussy outside enters....
The dream over for now...
But tommorow's another day to be yours...
And I do so revel in that fascinating thought.
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