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a New Year's Eve blind date
I’m the essence of your being
Karmic flow
Your rhythm slowed
Endorphins grown
I’m your chance encounter
Ego inflator
Agitator
Your all-night show
A New Year’s Eve blind date
A line from a song you wish to take
To jest and tease and tempt in fate
Provide the honey buns to come,
Side by side, a smoking gun
From whence all the tears shall come
And that’s the height from which you fall
From me you can take it all
To my knees
Come high seas,
Or even hell itself
Ride me on a summer’s breeze
Before the dawn or at night’s dark door
With every which way and every season
None will come without good reason
Such is the fickle hand of love
And shoot the stars from which it comes
In afterglow, or abruptly torn
It is our heart that pays for this sweet song
An interlude of anticipation
Lest charm be corrupted in recitation
Blown off course
To lose its bounds
Breach the limits of familiar surrounds
Ne’er a ghastly thought be ordained
Such nightmares should be tamed
Refrained
A dismal world ruled by shame
Could such a reckoning be
Perish the thought of such insanity
Ready the moon
Let chaos rule
And breach the heavens
For love must swoon
