He That Once Was Me
Romantic him that takes and holds
What once was mine with time he stole
A younger version of me once then
Like thief and wind he swept right in
His charm would pry the lock she wore
Upon her heart, through eyes her door
To soul weakened, by time withstood
Her needs were many and understood
The second hand ticked time away
The minute hand too moved and played
A part in this where hours became
Days and nights aging with cane
Debonair with chiseled face
With moves cunning he'd take his place
In her life, with suave technique
His treasure now spells our defeat
Through vision strained by years of pain
This knight now sees but not the same
Love the word that ran us through
The feeling had, dreamed now so true
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