I think of all the things I've said,

Then thought of different things instead.

I think of all that I have done,

When moons were cheese and life was fun.

But now I sit, and realize,

I lost the one and only prize.

The one who gave me butterflies,

Whose depth was shown, within her eyes.

So, now I sit, in loneliness,

Cold, without her warm caress.

Wondering, what might have been,

If only, I might just have seen..........

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Owain Glyn