Strolling through the misty lanes
Reminds me of those days,
Scented air, Lusty white
Ecstasy fills my entrails
Footsteps of her hallowed shoes
Enchants still my ears
A dream of her snowy face
Releases my heavy tears
I still can’t let her go
Though she’s no longer mine
Her memories linger around
Like fragrance loathes wine
God knows what she wants
For I seem to have given up
Having drunk the poisoned liquor
Of her rosy cups
She hates me, but I love her
But I mere a commoner
Can’t ensure her Chateaus
Villas or even knights
But all I can offer is love
For I am No Prince
I aint no saint
But I’ll be everyone
To fall back on
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