Good bye and fairwell...send them straight to hell
Mysterious eyes, red dress and accent of gold
my heart was betrayed by there hold
found myself upon the midnight hour
unable to resist her power
Room lit by burning amber of cigarette
a wine drenched man learned the meaning of regret
by my side she will no longer be
chose to cross the ocean and sea
With flamenco sound all around
my warmth will no longer be found
She held my hand and called me love
forever and always she promised me to the man above
what a horrible decet that she strived
She was gone before she arrived....
Battista Marino
Dec 23rd 2003 5pm
Chicago O'Hare Terminal 5
Iberia Flight XXXX
poem by Battista Marino
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