I fell in love with the most elegant lady
A friend I refused to friend
Because I loved her before I;
said so or Felt so
We were so very much in love
Then one day she went away
and I thought I\'d die.
Her memory might be the very last thing Witnessing my passing on
I keep worrying of her like my life depends on it
And it’s so sad I can’t control this urge
I’m resisting visiting her
Despite unquenchable urge to do so
I worry, in which light she would receive me
Or if she do receive me at all
And nobody hits on her
To remind her of me
I wish I loved her
Body , Face
Or something else on her
But I love her regardless!