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Never in Love
I was never in love with you Just caught in that fine gossamer That you cast to capture and seize So many of us, bathing in your charisma Minds on vacation I've watched you spinning pheromone silk Unseen, enveloping There's no tug of war Like flies waiting for the death rattle Sleeping, you reel us in.
My eyes opened before the meal And on leaving shed a tear For what might have been Had I been the only one Had you been the only one.
by Carol |