For what am I being punished that I am forced to see,
Another in the place that was meant for me?
Someone else kissing the lips I caressed,
Other arms holding what I once possessed.
A secret shared in shy and tender glances,
Rhythmic bodies dancing sensuous dances;
Whispers, murmurs in the dark, of lovely things,
Play a mocking echo on my heartstrings.
Another in the place that was meant for me?
Someone else kissing the lips I caressed,
Other arms holding what I once possessed.
A secret shared in shy and tender glances,
Rhythmic bodies dancing sensuous dances;
Whispers, murmurs in the dark, of lovely things,
Play a mocking echo on my heartstrings.
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