Shea walks out. In physical and emotional pain, Will writes this song.

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Most delicate of fruits, intense yet sweet
Her skin–the taste, it lingered on my tongue
The scent of apricot perfumed her hair
A smell so fresh, I gasped, inhaled, I clung

Onto her body, flesh as hot as mine
My fingertips now intimately wise
The push and pull of lovers intertwined
Her curves, her form, there was no higher prize

You were mine to keep
Be someone else’s ideal
My sun would always rise and set
With the image of your smile
You weren’t meant to be my standard
Sure everyone needs that person
To hold all others up to
But to me you were the one

An apparition stood in front of me
My vision insufficient; the allure
Of her, an angel, perfect as she was
She’d never see the same in me, I’m sure

“Open. Come in.” Her voice rang clear that day
I spoke. She talked. I heard her dialect
She whispered once, then shouted out my name
She sounded like a song, in retrospect

You were mine to keep
Be someone else’s ideal
My sun would always rise and set
With the image of your smile
You weren’t meant to be my standard
Sure everyone needs that person
To hold all others up to
But to me you were the one

“I love you” was never easy for me
Is this really it for us? Say no
She’s incomparable–no other woman can be
She’s the best of everything I know

You were mine to keep
Be someone else’s ideal
My sun would always rise and set
With the image of your smile
You weren’t meant to be my standard
Sure everyone needs that person
To hold all others up to
But to me you were the one

Love Will ©2016 Lori L. Otto

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