I remember it was autumn,
That day cannot be forgotten,
That morning was magical,
Everything seem to be illogical,
I was on the way to my guitar class,
I saw her in the mass,
She giggled with her pal,
Everything except her seemed dull.
Lest did I knew I fell for her,
Would I meet her ever?
Because I was so lost in her charm,
I failed to make my first move.
With the blown dry leaves,
My heart deceives,
She was like my heart’s ignition,
That day I wrote my best composition.
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