The three stages


Yes, I loved him, of course, I did
with all the dreamy mystics we hid
figured in the calm twilight, being starry eyed
still in the heart, how deeply seated!
Yes, I miss him, of course, I do
for the fancies that were left due
craved betwixt the two, not in the crew
which I still recall, just with ease, not the rue
Yes, I will wait for him, forever, I will
just for a hat tip to him and all the thrill
and to celebrate the farewell with chill and zill
restyling the flawed images to instill

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