Waiting is it?
Oh what a wait
Looking for my Eve
patiently I bided my time
but that was twelve years ago
when I was twenty years and six
I thought I saw her again and again
but it was mere reflection of her
the wake of the scent she gave off
was a palpable vision
but not so long ago
we met and danced
she smiled when I told her
"Her husband was a lucky man."
she laughed, leaned in,
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