For down here there is nothing sadder

For down here there is nothing sadder
than a dream that slips from my grasp,
a lover succumbs to the temptation
like Eve succumbed to the asp;
as days grow shorter night closes
and your sunset fades from the hills
I no longer smell your perfumed roses
looking for love, candles, your thrills.


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