The girl I love,
Is plump heavy and cheerful.
Her complexion; ebony endowed,
and rather making me crazy.
She made me understood the definition of love.
Yet breaking the rules.
We are both to be blamed,
Of our misunderstanding.
Also not to be blamed,
Of a love,
that suddenly begin.
Though secret lovers we were.
The world quickly fathom,
that we were more than friends,
and spread the rumour.
I never knew,
breaking our secret love.
After all I passed through,
to make you feel happy,safe and satisfied.
Pain and agony of sleepless nights.
You came back to set in motion,
the machinery to break my heart,
for the sake of love,
you have for your friend.
If hearts could be ripped opened,
You would know who really,
your friends are.
In my heart, I know,
am more than a friend,
not to you alone but
to all mankind.
I know who I am, my set goals and ambition.
I thought I could make you part of my future.
I never knew I was in fantasy.
The thought of happiness I found is fading each day gone.
Tell me if you don't really love me,
if you don't really need me,
then tell me who do you love?
I just want to to be a good friend.

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