Youthful Fantasies. A Redondilla
To tell my love forbidden me.
So I must suffer silently.
I love a lady who is wed
and so my love remains unsaid.
The lady is beyond reproach
an Icon I cannot approach.
She would reject me if I should
There is no doubt at all she would.
She does not know that I exist
and yet my feelings still persist.
I dream about her constantly
and I will love her faithfully.
That is until I chance to meet
another maiden just as sweet.
I fall in love regularly
Always it seems quite hopelessly.
Sunday,04 July 2010
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