She was romantically refined
But, physically declined,
The love that we did share
Would never again be there;
The look that were in her eyes
Was now just a silly disguise,
That feeling that we once held
To use it, it now failed.
I was just one of her men
Never will I be back to her again.
Randy L. McClave
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