i found this old one....
The time is now; anyhow, my face is changed.
Your dress is nice, by candle light, you dance.
If I get a chance, I’ll kiss you, but first leave.
And so we move and we move, through the busting streets,
Down a covered path, it makes me laugh.
When you trip, with such heals, reveal.
No real skill in walking yet.
We arrive, right on time, dead on nine.
My drink in your hand, and then on the ground.
Your smile fades and mine turns round.
To my joy, your ply, comes kissing over me.
I’m happiest you see.
“this was never meant to be”
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