Watching swans

I was watching swans when I thought of one I left. She was nothing more than not loving thorn anyway. „Still the one I love” was the song about on radio. But I’ve had enough of platonic love anymore! And I thought, I feared that there’s noone near at all.

Then for dances I’ve gone in country unknown t’have some fun. And I danced with some girl I did not know but who cares? She was only one who did want t’have fun just with me. Didn’t know her much but I loved her touch in my hand. There was not a word that between we swap what a feel! And then in her arms for just little while was so warm.

Now I think of her it’s ironic, there she’s just left…

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