Chance (part 4)
Cry First

I use to laugh at all your joke
on spit a time I choke
Of good on you I spoke
My love of you awoke
Never a dull moment with you
My morns and nights end with you
All of my heart beats for you
My every soul longs for you
But suddenly the came a she
Looks and beautiful was her show
bold and brave, she got shoulders
strong and firm, she's a shelter
You like other rushed to taste
Walks of old now a waste
My faith in you, you made a paste
so I depart from you in haste
like the desert long for water
Like sun flowers miss the sun
like a baby for its mother
For love again you would cry first.

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