He was her perfect gentleman
She never met before such
He was not a simple Sam
Nor he was an easy catch
When walking down the watershed
His umbrella was his stick
She was thinking what she never said
And was considered then a friek
I wish she hadn't met him.
Could she be happy then?
The life's quite funny thing
Which no-one wants to lend.
He told "this f..ing car
Prevents to make a u-turn!"
She looked above at stars,
Was speachless in return.
He was so smart and perfect,
I wonder why it didn't work...
She's still consulting prophets
And waiting for his call.
Perfecto mio
© Copyright: Зифа Садриева, 2003
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