Gently he'll take her in his arms,"Öh! my precious orchid"
he looks deeply in to her eyes, classic lover style, it still works,
that was the hope he finally clung on,her mother would murmur
something away from his ears,to be careful, he didn't get her point.
her eyes were bright and deceptive, his Waterloo,those two were,
eyelashes always would flutter, as if she is afraid, he would abduct her,
how romantic, his heart jumps up at once in delight,
a shipful of bounty returning after the hunt of a lifetime!
"Could I call you anytime, please let me, even if it's too late"
she would plead, too cute,then pretend dejection, ah! he likes it
as if he'll deny it and she can't bear that thought, her heart'd break,
he'd say" Ẅhy not, I'd anticipate your call all night"
he would stand sentinel,that night, wait for her call
hell, she won't call, not a day!, still can he go and sleep?
he'd meet her with bleary eyes, the day after so apologetic,
she'd get offended at his disheveled , mad look.
"Aren't you my heart's poem, then come to me little more decently"
asking him to keep awake all night, this wasn't her speaking!
"Come to coffeehouse, sharp at four" she is curt this time.
then, someone will come and inform, "She won't make it today"
And when things get muddled, she comes running
and pretend **** apologetic,"Sorry, a fool I am, to hurt you, dear"
never did he tell her what she really was, never asked her to **** off
she was a shipwreck, spectacular, rescue was someone else's business..
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
Gently he'll take her in his arms,"Öh! my precious orchid"
he looks deeply in to her eyes, classic lover style, it still works,
that was the hope he finally clung on,her mother would murmur
something away from his ears,to be careful, he didn't get her point.
her eyes were bright and deceptive, his Waterloo,those two were,
eyelashes always would flutter, as if she is afraid, he would abduct her,
how romantic, his heart jumps up at once in delight,
a shipful of bounty returning after the hunt of a lifetime!
"Could I call you anytime, please let me, even if it's too late"
she would plead, too cute,then pretend dejection, ah! he likes it
as if he'll deny it and she can't bear that thought, her heart'd break,
he'd say" Ẅhy not, I'd anticipate your call all night"
he would stand sentinel,that night, wait for her call
hell, she won't call, not a day!, still can he go and sleep?
he'd meet her with bleary eyes, the day after so apologetic,
she'd get offended at his disheveled , mad look.
"Aren't you my heart's poem, then come to me little more decently"
asking him to keep awake all night, this wasn't her speaking!
"Come to coffeehouse, sharp at four" she is curt this time.
then, someone will come and inform, "She won't make it today"
And when things get muddled, she comes running
and pretend **** apologetic,"Sorry, a fool I am, to hurt you, dear"
never did he tell her what she really was, never asked her to **** off
she was a shipwreck, spectacular, rescue was someone else's business..
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