Ripping through logic and sense
Eyes fixated on her, whence
Stuck in track, a looping record
Flitting mirages of a sweetheart
Eternal calmness, thy face shone
Uncurbed warmth, thy voice tone
Little fairy, angel on earth
Is it for me, did ye cometh?
Church bell rang, as if to tell
Of an omen, it could spell
Hopeless fate, this week spawn
Restless wait, for next week dawn
Mind wandered, without bridle
Heart wondered of the fuddle
Lovely face, sweetest smile
Where were you all this while?
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