Our paths chime a fairy-tale so common,
We were merely more then freshmen,
With a lover, soul mate, whatever…
Please don’t cry in your teacup forever.
May your next choice be one of your heart’s voice,
Lover, soul mate, whatever…
Have faith that somehow forever,
We can find a way to be together.
Blissful glee like our Marley and me,
I’ll make you my best mate, faithful company,
Really now, does it matter?
Lover, soul mate, whatever,
We can cry tears of joy in your teacup whenever.
My heart find asylum in yours,
Lovers now seem so lost,
Soul mates never seem to cross,
Whatever might just be our force.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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