Careful what you wish for

In lonely evenings and quiet nights,

When my mind broods on past reveries,

My thoughts turn only to She who loved me,

It is a collection of bittersweet memories,

The touch of her skin, the warmth of her lips,

It leads me down alleys better left stagnant in time,

For it is folly to dwell in the past when the present holds much promise,

But my soul calls out the familiar rhyme,

That which I have wished for since She went away,

Come back to me, my love,

Runs the familiar chant over and over,

It is an impossible plea to the Universe above,

And I dare not imagine my wish being granted,

For to hope and dream is childlike,

But we must be careful what we wish for,

What if it came true?

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