In her hair was woven the sunset’s glow Like the fiery tresses of Nicole Kidman’s show Her beauty was a sight to behold Ingrid Bergman’s elegance with a touch of gold.
She stole my heart with her warmth and fire, But I failed to kindle her desire We took a boat ride on the shimmering lake And in her presence, my heart did ache.
As we walked away from Stockholms Boatclub, My heart was heavy, my mind in a foggy hub. The silhouette of her back in jeans and leather is A memory I’ll cherish forever and ever.
She was a hot and rare beauty, A flame that flickered with grace and care. Though our paths may never cross again In my heart, she’ll forever remain.
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