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What is it about her that makes me want to stay?
Is it the way she speaks or the way she sways?
Is it the way she occupies a timeless space?
Is it the motion of her hands as she waves and says,
"Goodbye my love see you at the end of the day?"

Despite the strangers in my bed I'm unsatisfied to no end.
I search for meaning in these little moments that I spend,
With each new woman, I seek the potential to transcend, 
The sanctity of love I once had the honor to defend.
Perhaps this with which I contend is the most vital to comprehend.

In the quiet hours of the evening, as the sun sets to the west,
I find my equilibrium slips into a state of unrest.
I wonder when I'll cease this never ending quest to find "the best".
When will I look down at a face, lying peacefully on my chest, 
And think, wow, I am blessed, it's time for me to rest. 




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