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May 2016
I'm trusting my fate to ride
on destiny's fickle wings
I'm wanting something real
not a series of flings

I'm trying to look good
wanting to impress
Girl you look so fine
in that little black dress

Simply stunned
by your look
trying to recover
feeling flush
head to toe
I want to be your lover

While we're out
on our date
Finding it hard
to concentrate

We're feeling our
emotions grow
lets take our time
let's take it slow

Then we'll kiss
passionately goodnight
under the stars above
softly whispering
in your ear
I think I'm falling in love
The Lunchtime Poet
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The Lunchtime Poet
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