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Past, present, future

That lady knows she has that style
A certain way which entices and beguiles

One beat of my heart and I hear Smokey sing
I look into those eyes hopeful
Of what the night may bring

Two candles on the table accentuated fine cuisine
Another taste yet to try
Impatient I got for the bill then
To the chariot we were off for a ride

Three roses I presented to this lady
One for the past that brought us to now
The second for the present we were sharing
Seemed to go by way too fast
Third for a future to be
Is the evidence of a smile
Leading to an embrace of my plea?

Four seasons can be measured
In the events of one meeting
As body warmth passed between us
En route home
Swept up in lingering kisses
Excited by the urgency in our tones

Take five brought Brubeck's piano to my attention
With a chat that took us deep into night
Filling all space between us
Unexpectedly holding her tight

Her request was for my six stringed mastery
One voice and a wooden guitar
Playing songs well etched in my memory
Serenading a most beautiful star

If seven deadly sins must be over taken
One remained for us to overcome
Only partially if truth be stated
For she does have me under her thumb

Eight days a week may have been the Beatles
Anita sang about 365 days in the year
But the time consortium no longer concerns me
Each day her image leads me to cheer

So my play with numbers was uneven
I know not where I can go
No limit in how she moves me
Just know that I crave her so
Written by JAZZMANOR
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