Just Like This

These Walls, They’re Made Of Hate
Well, To Think Of That Now, Is Quite Late
As He Walked Down The Road
He Got Grabbed By A Burglar And Robbed
The Burglar Took His Love And Ripped It Up
But The Boy Managed To Fix It Again
And Then She Came In Through The Door
He Didn’t Notice Her Then, Why Would He Now?
Well, Because, Now He Saw Her In Real Light
The Light Of Love, For The First Time
When He Met Her, It Said, Popp
And He Just Couldn’t Stop, Thinking Of Her
He Dreamed Both Horrible And Good
He Saw Her When He Drank And Ate Food
Now She’s Gone, Now He Has None
They Will Meet Again, After A While
He Will Go Mile After Mile, When It’s Time
When He Talks To Her, He Will Go Crazy
He Will Get So Mad That She’ll Just Hug Him
Then He’ll Just Hug Back, Then They’re In A Sack
There’ll Be Absolutely No Lack Of love
He Knows It’s Right And He’s Going To Fight
Just To Make Her Realize, That It Is
For A Long Time, He Thought Love Was Dead
That Was Before He Met This Amazing Girl
She Makes His Mind Swirl, When He Looks At Her
He’s So Madly In Love That He Don’t Dare
He Just Says To Himself That’s Not The Case
Well, He Has Sure Got The Whole Thing Wrong
This Is Like A Love Song, Which Ends With This
A Flying Dove When They Kiss, And Then He Says
This Is Who I Love, Just Like This
Then, Those Three Words Slip Out
‘I Love You’

End

© The Punk Rocker ©

Poem by The Punk Rocker

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