Timing
Your last lover entered the room
Silk shirt and a Stetson hat
Tight jeans, ready to act
Heads turned eyes did moon
Dear lady-friend of mine
This would be a perfect time
To send me a sign
And place your tender hand in mine.
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Not Forgotten
Her love was simple
Like footsteps of a breeze.
My love was contraband
Like ragweed in the sand.
On a plain in my heart
The Lord of not to be— battled
The squire— of could have been.