A prayer answered or maybe chance,
the choice bequeath's your view
The sullen dance you used to sing,
was eaten with your stew
The scintillating words you throw,
have left me feeling jaded
I look at you as though your eyes,
from blue to green have faded
Your lips are succulent as though,
the red sea has been parted,
I say a prayer and as it goes,
my chance I feel has started
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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