She was unexpected
In white both times
Framed by light
Her face always happy teeth
Trust not broken
Until I became Gandhi
The Truth meant a summers night
By the boat on the shimmering lough
Was our last
The first time.
She appeared like an angel
Through eyes shimmering with
Hungarian wine
I became the lizard king
We visited the grave
Drank wine
Gazed at Cathedrals
Rescued by Alan Tracy
Artistic departure by the quay
The second time.
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