I wanted you to be the soft twilight
Or may be the soothing rays of dawn.
But you burned my soul
Like the midsummer scorching sun.
I wanted you to be the zephyr of spring
When the bluebirds start singing.
But you blew me away
Like a sandy saharan storming.
I wanted you to flow like a rivulet
Where I can enjoy the white stream.
But you washed me away
Like a Nile's bad dream.
I wanted you to be my Bloody Mary
Which will make me sing.
But you knocked me out
Like a cocktail of whiskey and gin.
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