I see you on the pathway after 20 years, you have not changed a bit,
The same old goddess of beauty,
You hair glittering in the sun,
your face as cold as the artic has not changed,
The aura around you has just gotten bigger.
Hope this mortal can take you out for a coffee.
Because this coward had not found any other goddess than you.
You have been etched in my heart.
I just want to look at you one more time up close and show you all the poetry that I have written about you.
I see that my time is coming to an end.
©clyde
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