Patricia

Pretty lady, stay a while
And let me love your company.
Take my breath with just a smile;
Reach in and spark the joy in me.
It’s not much I ask of you –
Come sit with me and let me know
I can spend some time with you,
And stay a while before you go.

 

Possible, impossible: I wonder –
As I know, impossible can happen –
True and perfect, over, through and under,
Right as only Paradise can fashion:
Is this what was hidden deep inside?
Could it be we should have stayed and tried?
I don’t know. I hope it’s good we’ve done.
After everything, who is the one?

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Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.