silly foolish and proud i did not cherish her
the songs we sang together i forgot
we used to dance on 9th street and walk on 11th avenue
she cried more than she was happy
but the few moment she was happy it lasted a lifetime
i met her when i was young she was younger
she had a round nose and glittering eyes
her figure was so nice i used to say it took God five days to make her
she had sweet lips, her teeth white as snow while her breast soft as the rain
i remember the warmth of her arms and she will always fantasizes the comfort of my chest.
one night we fought she cried but all was gone when i tasted the sweetness of her lips
close to the theatre but far from the park thus where it all began
how did it end i am not sure
the yellow daises have turned blue
the red rose was pink
was it a love story?
was it just a fairy tale?
only time will tell the tale of love
but till then we wait..........................
letters from Romeo..
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