(Alternate title: “Remembering My First… Celebrity Crush”)
I saw an actress in a play
At twenty years of age;
And fell for her, or at least reached
The fascination stage.
I sought her out, and talked to her;
We went out on a date —
With dinner, drinks and causerie
Till very, very late.
Oh, she was beautiful, but more;
She had a madcap way –
And I was taken with her act,
For three weeks and a day.
And then, she had to leave my town,
But somehow, that was fine;
Someone who wasn’t meant for me
Whose memory could be mine.
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