You walked the staircase,
you in your dashing gait and ravishing displays, (dont forget the bouquets)
slowly walking toward my heart as I fall for your cliches,
of I love yous in your embrace.
I loved you deeply and you tell me you need space,
so I thought it was only just a phase,
and missing your absence my heart craves,
as those sweet moments turned to yesterdays.
So on gloomy Mondays,
I still wonder why I let you walk that staircase.
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