Ah! On a day so fair
did I meet her there
With hair the color of gold
and an attitude just as bold;
It was love in the air
I can smell it now
for I met a woman so fair
Oh, by the name of Claire!
Lively and innocent she was
as she took my hand in hers
We danced together, as a pair;
As we went to sit, tired and spent
she climbed into my lap, without much of a hint
and placed a kiss upon my brow.
We left the party, hand in hand
Laughing and smiling, just fine and grand;
When she whispered, so soft and light
muttered my name, as she held me tight
Placed my head upon her breast
a haven for a well deserved rest.
She took my hand
and placed it between her thighs.
She took a deep sigh, flipped her hair
but just as fast as we were going to start
she disappeared, without a part;
I sat up and looked around
as I stared at the bottle with a frown
It was just a dream, or so I assumed
as I sat in my chair and stared with gloom
It was not just a dream, that I heard in the air
it was my memories of my darling, Claire.
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