Wouldn't it be nice,
Not to pay the price.
The price of distance,
Where we spend time in reminiscence.

This rhyming is hard,
But I'm doing my best to be a bard.
I can't write a poem, which you know,
I'd have better luck with a bow.

An arrow was shot through your heart,
Not one from Wal-Mart.
One from Cupid
And he wasn't stupid.

He shot a girl with a chest
And she is the best.
She is my everything
And can even sing.

I love her a lot,
Good thing she isn't a robot.
It's time to go,
So I can keep the flow.
 
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