I.
Everything was going well,
a date, second to none,
your eyes, like flowers in the sun.
I basked in your beauty.
The words were spoken--
words of love, of passion.
I could imagine no other
able to bring such joy to me.
Your lips were so soft,
your kisses full of sweet earnest.
My heart was full of joy and magic
brought to life by the song you sang.
How could I have allowed
myself to be so weak?
I waited in anxious anticipation
for our next meeting.
But that day never came.
II.
I sit here, alone,
my heart only aching.
The only longing I posess
is to again hear your voice.
But that time is not quick to arrive.
I see your face in my dreams.
I feel your body rest next to mine.
I call you up, knowing I'll get no answer;
but I just want to hear your recording.
You don't see, I suppose,
how hard I tried for you.
I opened my heart to our differences,
and was able to fall for you.
But apparently I fell too fast.
What did I do wrong?
My memory searches for answers,
but all I find are more questions.
If only you would pick up your phone.
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