Ode to a beauty I once knew,
Who was a woman full of class,
Revealing nothing through
Mere sight.
But, her beauty did embrace me one time,
Through her eyes;
And I came running,
As one inexperienced in loving.
Upon my unwrapping of her
A fear overtook me;
That as a once audacious lover
I was now like an innocent boy
Relinquishing tears for another;
For I did not know what to do,
Or what to say,
And even though I knew her
Some other yesterday
The mere thought of her
Still makes the pen in my hand
Tremble today.
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