I put my life on hold
For a story yet untold
Who knew that you’d unfold
a story, not my own
A true treasure I had wove
Words of love mighty, bold
Misguided child! Fool’s gold!
Here I am alone and cold
Again… again! Unconsoled
Who knew, not I, not foretold
a story never to behold
a story never to be more!
but just a dream and nothing more...
Lizbeth
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