Little Girl

April 9, 2010
You eye it.
The soaring eagle.
Winds arise.
Your hairs moving left.
Running waterfall.
Roses bloom.
Springs from the ground like a mole from its hole.
Why must we suffer.
Why must we be apart.
We can play the part.
The most important part.
To play cupid.
Strike thyn arrow in my breast.
It plays a tune.
The tune of love sings through the air.
I love you.
Do you love me?
We'd fit together perfectly.
Like Romeo and Juliet.
The stage is set.
Let's peform.
Make it real.
Make them believe what they see.
Make them believe in you and me.

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