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
|AB|
This prose is dedicated to one of my nicest friends. Bless her a lot. Rhyme scheme for 23 is a a b b.