A Love Story Part 1

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The aroma of dead roses floated amiss in the graveyard/
Where I go to reminiscence; pondering in the paved yard/
And as I sit here thinking to myself with my frail heart/
It's clear to you that this must be where my tale starts/

It was the summer of '87 where I met such a lovely girl/
Everything about her intrigued me even though she lacked money pearls/
Filled with a happiness that seemed to radiate and glow/
But nothing could predict what would happen in Eighty-Eight ('88) though/

We would take the longest walks, laughing, on the beach side/
Making light jokes, while watching the golden sand meet tides/
I brought a picnic basket with food so abundant it stacked a feet high/
She was always the positive one, always the one without the bleak eyes/

In the forest of blooming flowers and light showers we would rendezvous/
Gifted with a musical talent, she played beautiful songs on a flute/
I took her to a most wonderful restaurant and shared a fondue/
Nothing could separate us: not a thunderstorm or a heavy monsoon/

One day, while discussing the subject of our individual families/
I inquired what profession her father a little bit too happily/
Her eyes grew wide and she gasped a little; shook her head sadly/
My love remained silent for the rest of the day.../

Who cares if it's corny.

To be continued... Don't ask me where I got my influences.