She was a girl,
her eyes too big, to wide
it hide the tears she cried.
And cried a lot she did,
She never stopped, she never bid.
She never bid the tears goodbye.
She stopped and started at the sky.

He was a boy, stuck in time.
He was a boy, who could rhyme.
Rhyme the whole day away.
Rhyme until it was time to play.
And play he did, and did it well.
he hide and said he would never tell.
Tell the world of his find.
He'd stop and bind his time.

Time to hold her in his arms,
time to woo her with his charms.

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They wouldn’t call it love.
They just called it an end to loneliness.
A feeling they felt more then often.
A feeling that finally softened.