Jane Smile

Last Friday night,
I saw Jane in the club.
In the first sight,
I fell in love.

Oh Jane, dear Jane!
When will I see
You once again?!
How I miss you.....

That first glance
Itself was enough
The only chance
I had, to love...

And still I see
Your face as then
Enticing me
Oh Jane, Jane, when?

When will I behold you?
Though in this vast world
There is only a slight chance that you
Meet me at a street corner, yet

My heart seeks you at every turn;
My mind's eye sees you now.
Where'er I go my love does burn:
To find you Jane, but how?


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