It is clear she loves a soul, a soul not me.
And even if no soul she adores
Yet me she does not see
As to exist in any realm of admiration.
I looked hard on my own face and on my ways
To be disappointed that I meet not her desire.
But I cannot linger on what is not to be
And if the past repeats itself
Soon a soul will have her in his arms
And she will pass me by without a goodbye.
K.Oni
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