This Is How the Story Goes
So this is how the story goes,
There was a boy who for me plucked a rose.
We laughed till our mouths felt sore,
Told jokes till we couldn’t breathe no more,
Tall and handsome, reigned his heart like a throne,
By his side I stood, my heart joined his own.
So this is how the story goes,
There was a boy who for me plucked a rose.
We built an empire from ancient ashes its love remained,
Stormy-seas battering our shores its wrath it rained,
Yet, sunny days beyond grey clouds were always to be found,
In the clearest days our love blossomed brighter and profound.
So this is how the story goes,
There was a boy who for me plucked a rose.
Could I trouble him for a vow?
At icy, cold nights my heart might it thaw,
Long forgotten dreary days in all their hues and shade
Unwavering love, my dearest, his rose never decayed.
So that’s how the story went,
His back for my kisses would bend.
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