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Casanova

Casanova

Where I threw my hat you would find my open heart.
The director knew exactly what was to be the part !
My lead was taken from the position known to many.
The role commanded any stage with no hint of inquiry.
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The soul I gave everything that I managed to muster.
My aim was true with no need of concern or bluster !
The state of being was transformed into a conjuring.
There was only aspiration to fulfill my lovers choosing.
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Nothing prevented me from sharing what was best !
Mind and body were committed to giving the most !
Loves preaching took control of each and every day.
I realized the allure of pleasure had scripted this play.
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The audience grasped what went into a lurid scene.
An accompanying score spread the thread of dream.
Joy of any finale was clear and utterly conspicuous,
Essentials of purest passion celebrating the salubrious !

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Deborah Evans

Hi Richards Great piece describing Casanova to a tea
Really enjoyed!
Best Wishes Debs x

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