I extend hand
To pick the end
But feel dead
As I fail to read
She appears often
With beautiful smile even
Even though wrinkles on cheek
I like her and seek
I have reached my age
But I have written down on page
Those early days of pleasure
How she felt, I am totally unsure
She had influenced
But earnestly promised
To be with me forever
With all ingredients of flavor
Even though she is not with me
I am unable to feel free
She speaks in late night dream
I find her in the form of beam
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