Blonde hair and blue eyes.
I reach for her but she recedes.
I look and there are tears as she cries.
I wish I could be freed.

Was it wrong for me to sip the nectar.
To want peace and serenity.
If I am at fault come take me spectre.
For we will not reach amenity.

I go for a bite.
But it runs away.
The end is in site.
But it must be OK.

I can remember her in my arms
And I finally feel warm again.
Though in the end it just harms
But the memories I will retain.

Though these times are fleeting
And my goals will be hard to claim.
She is the thing completing
Me, and I know she will remain

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