her dress is black, like the night
she is my queen, I her knight
her eyes, two big bright blue stars.
with a look that leaves me scars.
her hair so fair that it flares
and I must avoid to stare
her voice so sweat and smooth,
lures me in and speaks the truth
I wish I knew how she
feels
the wait just brings all my ills
will she date me? will she not?
does she think I am hot?
I often lose all my hope
think of myself a big dope
for trying to win her over
makes me wish I wasn't sober
but I know she's worth all pain
without the hurt there's no gain
so for love I'll sway night and day
or up until she blows me away.
-Marcelo
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