Nothing really matters

as how love grows.

a story is once told

of a man and a woman

as it has foretold.

they met in mid September

so cold and sober.

a future of him and her


despite of the barrier

as ever.

they love like no other love

a love sweet and bitter.

they sing song as one

in harmony and tone

over an ice cream in a cone.

they kissed a kiss so passionate

it put the world in stagnate

they dream of the same dream

of a blissful life in stream

of love in greatest realm.

a story of him and her

and much more and forever.


this one goes to a friend who loved so dear as ever.

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