Please don’t send her away,
let me rebuild the mansion of her memories,
let her live in sun drenched days at the beach with her first love,
in his brand new suit that got spoiled by thrown fruit from the chaos.

The food fights of young love,
that grow into dinners, where he spent all his wages to impress her,
that they wrote about in love letters,
long phone calls into the night,
until the time was right to be together for the rest of time.

Let her wake up to three squabbling children,
that are tamed and sent to school,
before she gets back on with saving the world,
from her own little corner of the Kent countryside.

Let her always reside in the mansion of her memories,
surrounded by her sisters,
and the man who was devoted for decades,
let her stay,
so adored.

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