the south side…

September Love

I vent on times to picture our past

And relish each word of times of yore

To maze and fonder the romance we’ve had

Dazzled by turns of change of clouds.

The reverie makes me feel again

Your careful heart that made me sink.

The aura that you create makes me envy

The one that holds it permanently.

Whatever it is that became of us

Those treasure will remain to last.

For you had been cupids treasure bid

For my forlorn heart to love.

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