A GIRL WHO WASN'T MY LOVE
She wasn't my Love,
But she was too special to me.
It was her uzzy face
What made me her.
I was unknown to she.
But baby,
you looked beautiful as the roaring Sea.
You were mad for the stars,
And I was eagered to catch those.
I snatched away the moon for you
Still there was no smile on the face of thy.
I roared when you were in danger,
I scared when you were in despair.
Still i ask the shrubs your name
It is might be tiny, but all mine.
