Today was the day, To go on with a plan, to be with my love, a tender good man. His words were gentle and sweet, mine were kind and soft, So I went off to meet him, carrying only my red scarf. His voiced echoed in my ear, like a bittersweet melody, and how I imagined, the words he'd speak! So I boarded the bird, and took off to the sky, to be with my man, And tell my family goodbye. I knew he would be warm, and he would be mine, covered in chocolate, sweet and refined, we couldn't wait to see, forever my love, in his arms when I weep, oh how we imagined, our love will be. . . Armed with nothing but his letter, all of him that I had, Though I never laid eyes on him, we both were glad, that we met this way, as we sealed our love, with a kiss in a letter, perhaps if it had stayed that way, it would have been better. . . We went on to meet, where the sun was to set, with love in our hearts, though we had never met. Suppose we hadn't, would we have been better off? as he stood in the sunset, carryin' a matching red scarf. I knew it had to be him, as we ran to each other, with our arms open wide, a rush of euphoria, I felt inside, my eyes dark black, chills up and down my spine, as we stopped dead in our tracks! I GUESS LOVE ISN'T BLIND. . . We may never find, the love that we had, we parted in sorrow, our hearts heavy and sad. As he squinted his narrow eyes, from the burning sun, With tears on my cheeks, I start to run, away from the one, I call my only love. . . I guess the eyes only see, what makes us so blind, that we foolishly think, love is difficult to find. . . All I remember of him, is his sullen silouhette, fading into, a golden sunset.
Reason for writing:
Luuuuuuve!
Birth sign: Libra
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