Not My Time

It all started when I looked in her eyes
That twinkle captured my helpless heart.
Her baby blues softer than any skies,
Had me head over heels from the start.
She has me here now laying and dreaming
Of playing and twirling her long blonde hair.
The feeling of her locks falling, sliding
Through my finger tips down to the beach chair
If I never get to build my mansion,
If I never get to live my own dream,
I would in extraordinary fashion
Make all your dreams come true in the grand scheme.
My attempts left vain, leaving me travail
Over him, I hope one day to prevail

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