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Love lost in the jungleI met her climbing this Mountain in Borneo Writing this, I think it was almost 3 years ago A Dutch girl, a travelling drifter like me Some people I guess would call it destiny But I was just travelling through the country I needed to get from A to B A few days we spent together And at night I smelt her odour like fresh heather She was even with me on my birthday And at night we would chat and pass the time away We decided to go on a jungle tour See orangutans and the wild boar Through the jungles and rivers of Borneo And in the jungle our love did grow We had this guide, a local native Indian This girl I was with seemed really smitten One night I slept alone in our tent She didn't come to me that night. I know where she went I awoke to the sound of the jungle calling And as the sun rose I knew it was morning And still she didn't come to me I'd love to see those people now, who call this destiny? And as I packed my bags to head back home I realised once again I would travel alone I did meet her again And she said she had a weakness for local men I just smiled and said, “it's ok, and I understand Gwen” But as I turned my back, I knew I'd never see her again. Vote for this poem
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