sophie
and so I dallied about with my jewelfully realizing that I was merely a fool
to dare to dream of one so young
made little difference, for I was stung
a lithe gentle spirit gave me such start
it wasn't venom that filled my heart
but pure golden nectar flowed through my veins
blinded by beauty, clouding my brain
oh, to hold this living vision of heaven
all I could do, not to think it a sin
her childlike glory, she welcomed me in
beckoning, calling, again and again
I had little caution of what this meant
to dance with a bloom of the orient
but dance I did, moving about
in the throes of passion was made to shout
she brought me so deep into the light
forgot where I was, it felt so right
we held one another as tight as one can
she made me forget I was just an old man
it seems that love knows little of age
distances, past, it does not gauge
for me, her smile, her touch, it flatters
I learned that now is what really matters
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