WHIMSICAL POETRY

Memories of ecstasy too vague to be defined,
And of a lifelong passion that could not be left behind
Echo deep inside my soul, whenever you are near.
My heart recognizes you, but the image is unclear

Temptation says to trust you, it will not be in vain.
That I must give you everything, I have so much to gain.
But I've believed before and lost. This time can it be true?
I've always needed something more; was it, simply, you?

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