Fourteen DaysA Poem by M.A. Maxwell
She was wild
She was my lover In the night I dreamed of no other With our eyes We gazed at one another Fourteen days of loving her I thought we'd never cry She was mine She was my purpose In the day She made me nervous We knew our hearts Would not desert us Fourteen days of loving her I thought we'd never cry She had to fade Another passing season In my mind I couldn't find a reason it was time That committed this treason Fourteen days of loving her I thought we'd never cry Fourteen days of loving her I thought she'd never die
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