Friday, August 5, 2011

Four liner

I bid you goodbye,
You make me cry,
Don’t ask why,
For the reason makes me shy.

Two lips smiling, four eyes shining,
This in all the world I see;
Four hands meeting, two hearts beating,
Mine for thee and thine for me.

If you love me, love me true,
Present to me a ribbon blue;
If you hate me, wish me dead,
Present to me a ribbon red.

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