My Love

January 3, 2013
You glance my way
I sway
The delay
Of your relay
My way
Is enough to make me fall
I am so small
You call
Your friend Paul
Looks at me with appall
He will maul
My rest forever
Paul is so clever
He will sever
My throat with a lever
You will grieve
And you decide to leave
You believe
That Paul should leave
You disbelieve
The thief
Of my belief
The chief
Was the thief
Goodbye my love

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