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Poem: My Dear!

Once upon a time, I was a boy

Little, shabby and full of joy.

I rode the kingdom of my dreams

With my dear in my team.

 

We rode, we sang, we jumped afar

To catch the fame of a shining star;

But when we lost our glorious heist

She cried over my shoulders; her hands held tight.

 

“What’s the pain, oh! My dear?”
Because losing her was all, I fear.

 

“All I wanted, was the shinning fame

But I realized that was in vain”

 

 

Like a noble King of kings

I vowed to fulfill her every dream;

I worked for days, I worked for nights

I forfeited my every delight.

 

I squashed my dreams, I drowned my boats

With an everlasting and only hope,

That one day, when I return to my dear

Her eyes would be filled with joys of tear.

 

I grew up into a strong young mold,

With the fame which I could ever hold.

The fame which the star finally gave

Once I conquered the mighty and the braves.

 

So, I galloped back into my dear’s kingdom,

Who remembered me only a seldom.

I craved to see my dear queen

Who was by now sweet Seventeen.

 

Dressed in tiara and a silver white robe

There she was, my beautiful dove;

I dropped my knees and bowed in regard

But what I saw next slashed my heart.

 

There she was, with a charming new Prince

The evil Casanova, Martin Luther Vince.

He hadn’t conquered any fierce battles

But all he knew was how to babble.

 

I turned my back and walked away with my honor;

Crying out loud, like a loner.

All these battles and all these pain

Was all in absolute vain. 

 

I questioned my soul, I questioned my heart

That why did it tore apart?

And all it said was simple and plain

Which all of you can understand:

 

I dream of fame and I dream of stars

And all in the end I got was a brutal scar.

The scar would remind me of my tears,

To choose wisely, My dear, Oh! My dear

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