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Aug 2016
I met her by chance
Beneath her black glasses
She hid sad beautiful eyes
Her lips firm only sometimes
Gave me a pleasure of smile
But still it was sweetest of times
When she talked I couldn't rest
Hanging on her words
In my head and in my heart
I felt colliding of worlds
And soul long lost showed
Itself lifting me from EarthΒ Β 
My limping life shed a spark
And I knew everything was right
I couldn't believe before
But I found love on first sight
She was sceptical and mocked
Me if I'd remember my love in the morning
But I did and it was only growing
Though I felt she was broken inside
As I was before I met her
I wanted to help so badly
To show her there was something more
In that moment and place
She wasn't listening and did drugs
And I did too to hide the pain
For every moment with her
I wanted to come again
Neither kiss or touch was shared
But it pulled me to her even in
My sleep I cared for her
For her I was mad
Dedicated to certain lady S.
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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   Keith Wilson
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