Long Gone, Yet Never Forgotten

Long Gone, Yet Never Forgotten short poem

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I once loved this girl
Whose smile shone like a pearl,
And at the school dance
With every glance,
She could make the boys stare
With her elegant swirl.

She had the most perfect scent
With a busty set of thighs,
And a look that could mesmerise,
Once you stared deep
Into her bright Portuguese eyes.

You were my princess and I your knight,
Who couldn’t save you in the end.
Until one long ago cursed night
When I lost you as a lover,
And as a friend.

She was a bit younger,
By almost three full years,
But none of it mattered
For I was envied by all of my peers.

I was only seventeen,
About half my life now,
But in love head over heels.
Little did I know,
That this would be the girl to cause
A heartache which never heals.

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