The Story of Love
Let me tell
you a story;
The story
that never was
And that
never will be
It was tale
of yore
When you and
I were not here.
There is
Knight in the shining armour.
He rode so
gallantly
His lady
love is waiting
Crooning
like a dove
“I must take
your leave, my lady,’ he said.
He kissed
her snowy face
She kissed
his sunshine lips.
‘I will wait
for you my lord
Wait for you
like addicted ghost.’
With assured
promise, he rode away
Into foreign
land where duty called.
Time went on
and on and on
Gallant
Knight missed her so much
He returned
with crown of love.
‘Ah! What is
nobler than love,’ he thought
Until he was
welcomed with,
‘Meet my
husband James.’
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