And now she has vanished.
Without any trace to follow.
Just her intoxicating scent that lingers
on underwear she left behind.
I'll let this one be, I'll let her go.
I'll let her keep searching, I'll let her feel free
I'll always be waiting I hope she knows
For a day she finds her way back to me.
But if she finds the love she requires
The kind of love that could collapse empires
Then she'd be smart to burn any memories
That she ever had of me.
Then she could accept that love simply and free.











