After every splendid time,
You show me where I stand.
When moonlight comes I keep you warm
When daylight comes, you're gone.
I admit, it is my fallacy,
To think I'm more than fantasy.
Beggars can't be choosers, I understand
Nor can whores, I know.
But, when I see you at my door
I see beyond carnal desires
I take you in, as my lover for life
Forgetting you're here for a night.
Though each time, you leave me broken
I tend to my bleeding wounds
Making sure, I heal in time
Before your next visit is due!
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