I want to say those words
The three syllables of fate
Then passions shall flood forth
Crashing a regretful gate

Flow on, but not just yet
A voice calls from behind
Past regressions frighten me
Remembered by my mind

Yet tantalizing touches
reach my heart and soul
regret is now desire
hopefulness unfolds

It pushes me further on
To accept an unseen hand
The grip is tight and reassures
love between woman and man
 

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