Now... Being the love-stricken bastard I am now, it is certainly common to see me writing poems all the time.
"Princess and the Pauper"
By Eugene Koh
Princess, oh princess,
Sweet is your face!
Glowing brightly in the night,
Shining gloriously in the day!
My heart was lonely before you came,
And set upon my dramatic name;
It was the time when you came,
When my ideas sprang again!
But alas, as I of know,
You are one who is rich, that is so.
But my pocket is empty, what can I do,
When I search for a gift that could prove true to you!
My pocket, with a dozen cents or so,
How could I buy that earing so?
I frown upon myself for loving you so,
But how, oh how could temptation lead me, oh!
I pray, one midsummer's day,
That I would take you away.
Into the woods notes turn to leaves,
And all we have is the summer's green.
The End
That must be my greatest poem of all time!
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