*She looked at him with philia
As if she stood a chance
In her bedroom, she created a world
A dream of New York, Rome and France
All she wanted was him,
But she poetized her love on papers,
Like a child tells a pet,she wrote
"Darling,I will fight it like a scrapper."
She longed for a peek from him,
For, in him, her world dwelled
And when saw him beamishing,
All over again in love ,she fell
Then one day he went away,
Over the seas, over the bay,
She mourned ,lamented,
And finally gave way,
In her last breath she said,
**"I am strong and I could still fight,
I had regarded him as my life,
But I want to see him one last time."***
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
*She looked at him with philia
As if she stood a chance
In her bedroom, she created a world
A dream of New York, Rome and France
All she wanted was him,
But she poetized her love on papers,
Like a child tells a pet,she wrote
"Darling,I will fight it like a scrapper."
She longed for a peek from him,
For, in him, her world dwelled
And when saw him beamishing,
All over again in love ,she fell
Then one day he went away,
Over the seas, over the bay,
She mourned ,lamented,
And finally gave way,
In her last breath she said,
**"I am strong and I could still fight,
I had regarded him as my life,
But I want to see him one last time."***
