Ode

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I was not like your other inamoratos
I was there during your highs and lows.

Though you did not give the others a second glance
I wasn't offered a single chance.

Your denial made the others heart ache
But a single whiff of your hair and my day was made.

Grey-green eyes with a cat like glow
The inner child is masked and does not show.

But now as I put the bouquet on your resting grave
I think about the path, together we could have paved


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