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My Third Love had a beautiful gaze.
She would stare from the chair through the window for days.
Maybe it was jealousy that finally drove me away...
We held love with virgin hands; too young to know, too shy to ask.
So we'd lay in the bed with our thoughts in our heads, agreeing it was too much a task...
My Third Love
My Third Love
My Third Love was never loving as love can never love.
We found a cliff and we made a home, and hung our portraits on the walls.
One faced the sun as it covered the west; the other had a thing for the moon...
Once I dreamt I heard her say from the side of the bed where she used to lay
that the happiest that she'd ever been... the happiest that she'd ever been.was when.I walked away.