I look into your eyes and see pieces of an old reality. And now I wonder, could it be you may still be in love with me? If it's true then let me know. Please drop your guard and end the show. If I'm wrong then I will go, but it's my hope this isn't so. I loved the taste upon your lips, I loved the curve that's in your hips, And from the drink, those gentle sips. If there's a chance, I have some tips. Love is a many splendored thing or so says a man that loves to sing. A second try, I'd love to bring to you a chance to wear my ring. I know the task would be daunting but it's something I am wanting. I promise your heart I am not taunting, for mine's had ghosts that were haunting. I see a spark come into your eyes. I must admit this is a surprise. I'd given up hope, I'd thought of demise, but with love again we'll touch the skies.
Reason for writing:
Wishful Thinking
Birth sign: Virgo
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