One more poem I wish to write,
About the girl I lost tonight;
The time we had was very short,
But love itself was our support;
Her crimson lips, and gentle eyes,
Shall force a man to believe in lies;
She left me now and went away,
Although I begged for her to stay;
She says that we shall never be,
But all I say, let’s try and see;
But as before I start to realize,
There is no love, just gentle lies;
And as my eyes get filled with tears,
Which haven’t dried throughout the years;
I guess I’ll smile, and walk away,
Forever more think of this day.