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Woman,
As the leaves fall on a winter morning,
I wake up.
You were there last night, but all I remember are your eyes.
You woman, my love, oh how much I desire you.
The touch of your ebony skin,
the nectar of your curt replies,
those moment of awkward silences,
but above all, your misty eyes.
Oh you doe eyed beauty, when you line'em up with Kohl,
it makes me forget about everything, but just be be with you,
in a car, driving by the seaside as the star strike up a supernova in the evening sky.

yet, you love someone else, and my gazes are reciprocated with silence.

you cocoon yourself...

But then, a thousand years later, if we meet again, I'll still be in love with you.
Will you say yes then? Will you hold my hand? Just for sometime, as long as we can.

I shall ask you this. As I'll drive past the empty queen's lane, alone, I shall keep asking you this.
Forever. After.