She was 23, not in age though I was 22, of course not in age, so I found a friend, in her She found a pun, in front of her
I made a mistake, when I told her love But she wasn't upset, instead she stayed in my hub Never I was able to tell her a story Now I am going to try, without being sorry
Love was, is, and will always be beautiful She was, is, and will always be truthful Now I understand, what wasn't understood And to say is that, I would always like her to be in my hood
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This prose is dedicated to one of my nicest friends. Bless her a lot. Rhyme scheme for 23 is a a b b.