Once, there was a boy much like any other boys. And once there was a girl much like any other girls. Good friends they are, and as young kids the only thing they knew was to play and study.
Last words dug me my grace Epitaphs written and gave A thought and sense of laughter. Empty eyes left to decay Still you have nothing to say I think I'll just go on.
As she turn her back, I have an urge to follow But I stagger as the sun so sallow Came blinding my sight towards her Finally I realized she is for another I stood alone as I remember
An Image entered the landscape of my mind A lovely painting of such a maiden The echoes of my sorrow deafen as I hear her voice A lovely sketch of venus in her gown
One midnight of may, in all my tears and dismay Whilst facing the smooth curves of my sonnets A voice called out from my window, so sweet and so slow Which reminds me of my muse, my Janette.