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Saturday morning daydreams
Of hands around my waist
It was never his, eventually hers
Interlaced
And I used to long to be
The man behind the ring
Told myself "another lifetime"
..yet another thing
The subtleties will get you
Dangerous darkened yearning
A "crush" on him, but really her
The cause of passion burning
And though your attempts are many
It will all be in vain-
You'll find hiding entirely unfruitful
Become tired of the game
Knowing one day eighty candles will be blown
Looking back on your life
With no desire to conceal
The angel you call your wife