Try not to restore
The good days of yore,
Nor mem’ries awaken
Of passion forsaken
When I was betaken
To love now no more
My heart? It was gored
Affection outpoured,
Not hard to discover
She’s been my first lover,
A thief under cover,
A nymph I adored.
Blaouza
September 20th 1986
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