Walking around
I met her in the park.
Those beautiful eyes
That voice like a lark.
She looked, such a wonder.
Happiness all around her
She’d force even God, to ponder.
What bliss in world, meant.
This should be that very angel
For me, whom God must have sent.
No vices must she have borne.
Such was my dream
In moments, that was torn.
Just in that park.
All that glitters is not gold
Every beauty hides an ugliness, stark.
Kept my feelings and walked out.
I had lost much for such a thing called Love
And would not let the monster again sprout.
She shall come along,
No use making an effort
No use writing for her a song.
For her, just in this park.
Lets see, when comes the light
In my life, which is so dark.
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