29 October 2012
@ckahn
Broken glasses, bald head She loves me still, I'm nearly dead Love letters during class She was my one and only lass Hand in hand, we still, slowly walk Side by side, we still, patiently talk She dreamed of red, I dreamed of blue We met in the middle and along came you You gave us joy, you gave us pain We danced and splashed in the rain We are old in age, but our loves still young We're just two chickens who've already sprung Look after her when I eventually pass She is my one and only lass.
Young Love The Sequel • Opuss № I