Waiting with Spanish guitars.
Why do I sit here?
You stamp on me so,
and still I wait.
Am I a fool?
Perhaps.
It wasn't much to ask,
was it?
For you to come to me?
Spanish guitars,
would have made it so romantic,
but it wasn't to be.
Fairwell my princess,
as I make my way,
to our Roman Bridge.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 9:13 AM UTC
Waiting with Spanish guitars.
Why do I sit here?
You stamp on me so,
and still I wait.
Am I a fool?
Perhaps.
It wasn't much to ask,
was it?
For you to come to me?
Spanish guitars,
would have made it so romantic,
but it wasn't to be.
Fairwell my princess,
as I make my way,
to our Roman Bridge.