Your hair is so long, and shines in the light.
You were dressed so nice, having good fashion.
Your eyes are like starts, burning very bright;
My aching heart burns for you with passion.
When I saw you I knew you were the one,
I didn't get the chance to catch your name.
I wanted to stay with you and have fun;
I do not believe that love is a game.
I hope that we meet again soon enough,
In my head I wonder where you might be.
Not knowing who you really are is tough;
I have to stop thinking and wait and see.
You, a Capulet. Me, a Montague;
All i know right now, is that I Love You.
kr.
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