I knew your name
I spot your shape
I have your smile
in my secret safe
I saw you at night
you’re brighter at day
I was close to you
I didn’t know what to say
I shook your hand
I was put in stupor
I recouped my mind
once you have gone
And here I am
thinking of you
lost in time
and a bit confused
Planning strategies
for the next time
so as to seeing the dream
I get the chance
Meanwhile forlorn
picturing that I alit
what I was questing for
in you, Monique
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