here is another

28-05-2007
Everyday i wait,
in front of her homely gate.
She cares not,
but i shall forget her not.

I proposed her,
wid a red rose in hand.
She accepts the rose,
but paints it yellow.

I ask her out on a date,
she obliges n 7pm v shall meet.
I wait dressed in ma 3 piece,
but der she gets her sister along.

I know not,
if she recognises my love.
Or is she bound by traditions.
All i need is her LOVE to fill me.

Wen i grow old,
if ma memory recalls nothing,
her name shall always,
rebound within...