I remember the auspicious beginnings
of her stepping down the street towards me,
and I heart the way she walked.
We fools rushed into unfound fortune
using surrogates to substitute life for love.
And, I heart her voice.
And, I heart her face.
And, I heart that ass
as she stepped into my future.
And I am sorry I could not be
what you wanted
and I cast away
this new found glory.
And I heart the love I lost
after finding myself
floating in the debris.
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