THE MELANCHOLY OF A LOVING MAN

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By the heavens, why am I in such despair

To hold this much love for a lady who doesn’t care

With a smile so sweet and hair so nice

Tell me how comes her glare, is as cold as ice

Her hips are so perfect that it just burns my soul

Knowing that these curves, my arms can never hold

The day that she loves me, an event I pray is soon

Never has it seemed to come, whatever can I do.

A gift from beyond my lady you truly are

You brighten my day far more than any star

For you my queen, how I yearn so much

Even if it’s just, your slightest touch

Your heart I feel can never be mine

But still I stand against the test of time

Oh my angel I can now clearly see

You simply must be, incapable of loving me

 

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 01, 2013 ⏰

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