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Apr 2019
I recall when we first met
Lord, you were looking good
Your hair was fixed just right
You looked like a woman who could...
There was a spark between us
We started the dating game
But, that was years ago
Now you just don't look the same

Your belly was flat and firm
The curve of your waist sublime
I counted the hours and minutes
Until we could spend some time...
Spend some time together
In a lust that knew no shame
But, that was years ago
Now you just don't look the same

I remember those things we did
I remember that night in the park
No one could see you but me
And I took you in the dark...
We wrestled in the heat
Your breath fanned my flame
But, that was years ago
Now you just don't look the same
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So many things have happened
The children... our financial woes
Pain, and grief... the passing of years
It all adds up... and shows

Do I really want to go back?
To that time I can't reclaim
Because, when I look in your eyes
Honey, you look the same
It just occurred to me that I'm a plagiarist.  I stole the title of this poem from Burt Bacharach, who wrote a song by the same title...  a song I absorbed in my youth...  ...The poem is basically from my experience, but the feeling is encapsulated in Mr. Bacharach's lyrics...  ...But isn't every poem an act of plagiaism...  the retelling of a story which has already been told...  ...Allow me to refer you to Bacharach's "The Look of Love" performed by Dionne Warwick.
Herb
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Herb  65/M/Florence, KY
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