At first I thought her merely pretty
Though that's enough but life goes on
Now I think she might just fit me
I hope it so, I will respond.
There's more to come, I will relate of
As unfolds, how else before?
'Twill be what happened to your teller
In later life there can be more.
I didst text her, wast not sober
But wast not drunk, or else constrained
A harmless message, friendly motion
One to other, mating game?
Now we text although not frequent
Acquaintanceship we don't exceed
But enough to keep my interest
How conceit can hide a need.
Am re-reading this much later
Have forgotten now her name
Does she remember, still recall me?
Will never know.Oh! what a shame.
lyrics
could pinch 'Greensleeves' as melody?
must be out of copyright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem