Love and regret. |
Dear Ms. Mary Who lives down the street I have a story to tell About a maiden to whom I fell Too deeply in love I fell And our lives, a tragic carousel So please listen Ms. Mary, please listen Dear Ms. Mary Who lives down the street I loved her the moment our eyes have met That there was nothing left Nothing left to regret Ms. Mary How foolish could i have been Ms. Mary, how much too foolish? Dear Ms. Mary Who lives down the street It seemed that we shared a common fondness Fondness for each other it proved That we sat in stairs, afraid to move We never did move Ms. Mary, we never ever did Dear Ms. Mary Who lives down the street But I conquered my fears and spoke And we both talked to one another Just like how fond we are of each other But it did not last long Ms. Mary, afraid it did not Then Ms. Mary At the time we were to be closer She was taken to a place Endlessly farther from one another And my heart at the other side of every letter What am I to do now Ms. Mary, what Could I do? Then Ms. Mary I have less things to say And even lesser things I could do That my love eventually covered, Covered every romantic crimson moon And wished that I would soon forget Her face- the beautiful face of regret So Ms. Mary This is where my tale comes to an end And innumerable nights have descended Yet her face is still not forgotten What now Ms. Mary, what now? Dear Ms. Mary who lived down the street Were you listening; were you even listening? |