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She glides on by, I just catch a glimpse,
I'd keep my distance, if I only had sense.
Her aroma the scent of Cleopatra's tears,
Some long lost potion, a sorcerers fears.

Her skin pale and perfect, white as a dove,
On each of her hands, Long black lace gloves.
How could I go on, without seeing her?
As she walked by, a faint scent of myrhh.

Just like a shadow, all dressed in black,
One kiss from those lips and panic attacked.
With just that one kiss, she had set in her hook,
She touched my chest and my whole body shook.

The skies opend up and tears fell like rain,
Only then did I notice, my head racked with pain.
My shadow was gone, and with her it seems,
She took not only my heart, but stole all of my dreams.