She has wonderful eyes,
The eyes that remind me a forest,
Where our astonishing love lies,
But the distance is a pain of the sorest;
The greatest time we had in the city,
At the spot where I enjoyed her lips,
I think she is witty and pretty,
Then I moved to her hips;
However, it was too early
She didn't want to regret
I didn't wish to be surly
So, I lit up a cigarette,
I'd take her to the moon, to the sun
After all, she is the only one I fall for.
Need A Time - Sonnet
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