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What made you think
That I fancy you
Not that I am questioning it
Whether it is or isn’t true…
What made you think
That all fantasies cease to be there
When one has a beautiful partner
Is that so rare…
Isn’t this as well a part of
That endless quest
The seeker's seeking never seeming to
Be coming to a rest
Whether I fancy you…
You may have been right…
But dear is “You” really the point...
Isn't it “Fancy” that takes one to that height
Where one starts being alive again…
Starts feeling that life has to offer so much more
So don’t wonder what is and what is not…
Let it not bother you…let it not make your heart sore…
Was it the slow seduction through your poems...
Was it desire created at sight...
Does it really matter
As long as Fancy takes its flight....
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