Into The Pale Moonlight

You'll find me forever walking this street,
undying love leaves me no choice.
Twas' here that so long ago we'd meet,
our forbidden love had no voice.

Seems your heart was already spoken for,
mine hanging onto a fleeting passion.
Woefully, willingly, I was your whore.
Knowing you may leave after a fashion.

Slipping past rocks we'd make our way
to the seashore and make love in the sand
Allowing emotions to sweep us away,
giving into our savage demands.

Proving, then you would never claim me,
opened my eyes in the pale moonlight.
This time I had come to set you free,
you'd be marrying another the next night.

Years find me yearning for lost love.
Always wondering if you remember me.
Strolling, I find myself looking above,
at the balcony where you used to be...

Every night since, I come back alone,
and wander down Turnberry Street,
seeking to capture a love that has flown.
Perhaps in another lifetime we'll meet.

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