I still remember the evening we first met,
by joana bluementhal
my heart missed a beat as he began to speak.
By his charm and radiance I was truely enchanted,
my heart wanted to confess but I was too meek.
We became friends and shared our views,
and nearer to him I seemed to drew.
'Crush' said many and forgot it in laughs,
'True Love it was' believed only a few.
Everything was perfect but gray clouds soon gathered,
when on the 'doomsday' I found he loved this girl.
He asked for my opinion as I stood there shattered,
I tried my best but my heart began to swell.
I loved him, I loved him
but I had to let him go.
I renounced my happiness, my world for him,
'True Love it was' let the world now know.