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you are like a simple melody
the seductive strains of which
being mortal, I cannot resist
I miss the warm caress of your smile
but I shall wait awhile
perhaps forever—
to have another vision
of your face and figure
it’s your decision—
I spied a question in your eyes
the place where truth resides
The answer was provided
but I was not confided
Thus I try in vain
to drive your memory
from my brain—
To no avail
would my will prevail
and in response to your
wall of silence
I have written this verse
in defiance
Suzanne, this is not a mere
love letter
I hope it is something better—
For these sentiments I extol
are buried deep within my soul