A Thing of Beauty

I think of you at times
When I close my eyes
Hold my head in agony
We couldn’t claim the prize
Yet what we had was beautiful
Nothing hidden, no lies
I get chills down my spine
When I remember
That you were mine
Love was sweet
Your kisses wine

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