Inocent Love -
7th May 2005, 04:12 AM
She was as pretty as a dove
She was someone I came to love
I wish I could have held her hand
While walking with her in the sand
We talked sometimes but not always
Only when we met in the hallways
I wondered if she loved me too
But to find out what would I do?
She always seemed to be busy
" I got to go, do this quickly"
I could not solve this mystery
Whether or not she did love me
It seemed that every time I came
She would have to go do something
This made me full of empty hopes
This love would end up all a hoax
The mystery would not be solved
My problem would not be resolved
I gave up on her so it seems
But she's always there. . . in my dreams.........!
YA ALLAH, all I need is just `PRAYER`.
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