A small, dark Aries from London came
To Andalucia in Sunny Spain
To seek ex-pats those views to foster
About their money and life on the Costa
Only a fortnight in which to find
And interview a certain kind
Of persons who might fit her quota
She also found a one who sought her
What fate that night, what friendly star
Took me to that certain bar
Just one look made my heart glad
She later said that I seemed sad
Some days went by, we met but twice
No way I found to break the ice
'I need to swim and rest' she said
A pool I offered, then my bed
She came and stayed; and stayed and came
We lost ourselves in love's sweet game
We built a world, six days of toil
Eve; Adam....and a lot of oil
But now she's gone, again I'm sad
I long for her and what we had
No call, no word, have I upset her
My heart leaps there is a LETTER.
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