The Games She Loved To Play

Her innocence caught my attention...

She held out an inviting hand...

I grabbed it just so lightly...

We laid down together in the sand...

We gazed into each other’s eyes...

For what seemed like quite a while...

She professed her feelings for me...

She offered a demure smile...

She made me feel totally complete...

Like I had never felt before...

She warned that I might ruin it...

If I tried to love her too much more...

I misjudged her quiet innocence...

As a weakness that needed strength...

She said we needed distance...

For us to ever go the full length...

I totally mistook her insecurities...

As a damsel in helpless distress...

She could do just fine without me...

As she cut me off to her access...

She warned me to slow down...

Said I was going way too fast...

We were on two different pages...

But I just wanted it all to last...

It was one of life’s tough lessons...

I was forced to learn the hard way...

But I’ll always remember that damsel...

And the games she loved to play...

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