Smith Girl 2
Red of redwine
Pipple of Royal pupple
Fingers on talking keyboard
My true love in
Romeo and Juliet tales
Tied in,between the
West and East pole of our
Distance but subtle love life
Both waiting at the cross-road
Our life's is been ticked away
By the passage of time and tide
Forlorn in her dark bed of silence
Waiting the reture of her prodigal lover
Her ribs of ribs
From the desert of life's quest
Romeo appeared bt storm while
His peacock display's all in totality
For her runaway prodigal lover
Their eyelids spoke the Language
Of fresh fruitful lover's
To the melodies of their sane but Insane thoughts
The battle of supremacy of Idea's
Kissed freely, like never before
Her brown chocolate tender lips
Have I kissed once but in my dream
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