calm, my heart, those footsteps are not hers.
She will not show up at your door again,
Expected not, but always welcome when
A break in lonely nighttime may occur.
Twitch not, my nose, you don't detect her odor.
'Tis only flowers' perfume on the wind.
The one you call-not lover, now, but friend,
Bears fragrance surely not so sweet as this, sir!
Be cool, my blood, a chemical imbalance
Is cause of your confusion, so it seems.
Just rest, my mind, and thoughts of love or malice
Will dissipate, as if within a dream.
Another time and place will find your talents
More suited to the situation's scheme.
-- Lannie Rose
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