She loved him with all her heart,
At first crush and later love.
A dark, strong face held she,
Touching the cloud would be,
The only impossible when came..
Her love overflowed, yet so selfish was he
They were good friends.
Neigh, ‘friends’ ain’t suitable, for no name is able,
To but explain their relation.
Is his moral then,
“Precious things are meant to be used”?
She knowingly gets hurt at the end
But always gets even more happy
At his pull!
I don’t get it,
Play with a girl’s feelings?