Love
She was a lover
My girl my woman my lady
To which the was no other
She was just like my mother
Calm caring and sensual
I justed wanted to lover
To hold dear and to trust her
But she had eyed another
And now i can only shutter
under my breath as I mutter
I just want a lover
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