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A sweet-smelling scent
the beginnings of a sneeze
Too polite to turn away
Lush, cascading hair falling
pensive reflection in the window
Gorgeous amber silk skin
Her hair is a dream of my youth
I want to reach out and brush her hair
To remember my Mother’s love
A pretty young lady on the train
immersed within the mobile telephone
Yet thoughtful, regal, waiting
The Amber Girl
She was my sunshine girl,
full of light, flowers, and bee stings.
When I saw her in amber,
my eyes were never more opened.
She might be somewhere,
yet she is no longer in my old life.
I think of her often with a smile,
to have been the one with an amber glow by my side.
Deep in thought,
browsing catalogues,
seeking out inspiration,
overthinking every detail.
His true love,
intelligent and fiery,
sexy as hell and stubborn,
yet a red stone will not do.
Lost in thought,
thinking about her eyes,
Blue amber and green amethyst,
a perfect combination.
C & K 