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Ghost
by
Steve Quick
Your perfume suddenly fills the air
My senses alive. Are you there?
You suddenly appear dressed in lace
You turn and look at me face to face
To see you now makes me weak
Your hand gently touches my cheek
I feel your love from deep inside
My emotions betray me. I cannot hide
This feeling that I have for you
Women I have loved like this are very few
You smile and with a knowing glance
You hold my heart in your trance
You whisper softly "I must go"
I can only say "No, No, No."
Your vision fades from my sight
And vanishes into the night
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