It has always been fun to be chatting with her. After the regular drill, she asked, "how come no blogs these days? "
I said, "Well, been busy"
She said "Why don't you write me a poem?"
And the "sweet" ME agreed!
How would I be with out you, you cute little thing;
How would I pester you, you sweet little thing;
How would I go shallow, with the feeling so deep?
How would I not sorrow this teasing distance!
Won’t you be the moon to my clouded sky?
Won’t you put some stars to make it bright?
I haven’t let the color to fade which you painted
I haven’t let go the song you left in my mind
How would I be with out you, you cute little thing;
How would I pester you, you sweet little thing;
How would I go shallow, with the feeling so deep?
How would I not sorrow this teasing distance!
Don't you know I tried to impede those feelings,
Don't you know I tried to keep it smiling;
How more will you act that you don’t see it
How more will you act that you don’t feel it
How would I be with out you, you cute little thing;
How would I pester you, you sweet little thing;
How would I go shallow, with the feeling so deep?
How would I not sorrow this teasing distance!
Shakespeare in me got instigated when the Brutus in her got instigated!
PS: Wrote this for a friend’s sister, now he (my friend) is pretty much sure that he would kill me.
Forgot to mention, evil-she sent the poem to her brother.
