Beautiful eyes shining like sapphire skies
You have the grace of a swan when it flies
Skin as soft and warm as sand on an undisturbed beach
What secrets are you holding on to? What paradise are you trying to reach?

I visit your apartment for dinner and there I behold
a feeling of solitude and stories untold.
We sit at the table and I can't help but look
at those eyes which pierce me like a hook.

While you are telling me of your travels to far off places,
I realize I've never seen such a pretty face among pretty faces.
You've been to Egypt, France, England, and Peru.
I must say I've never met anyone more exotic than you.

Even though you seem calm as you talk of your adventures,
I can't help but feel that there are some lurking tremors.
As I sip my wine, I look around at the walls.
Behold, not on one wall does a picture call.

I've known you for a month and you still haven't told me
about your mother, father, and the rest of your family.
When I asked about them you didn't even look at me
when you said, 'I don't care because they didn't love me.'�

Three months go by and I still have my suspicions.
There are things you're not telling me, why is this?
One morning I pick up the phone and give you a call and
the phone keeps on ringing off the wall.

I get in my car and drive to your home.
I've been calling for two days, why aren't you answering the phone?
I walk up to the door and knock several times.
Then an old lady walks up to me and says, 'Sorry, here no one resides.'�

Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months.
It's clear you're long gone, you and your good looks.
As time goes on I begin to accept
that all you were was a pretty face, nothing more and nothing less.

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