I don't want you gone,
I can't live without you
That you must have surely known.
Will we never talk
After I ranted and I fumed?
I feel so forlorn these days,
I am far from being groomed!
There is so much work to do!
There is so much looking ahead!
Your cheeks the colour of gold,
Mine ashamed and very red.
I love you as a girl,
Doe-eyed and sweet,
I love you dearly my dear friend,
Crossing the next bend.
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