| One Year, hirteen Days |
| Exactly one year, and thirteen days have gone by, I used to constantly ask myself why. For the longest time I watched and stairred, And admired your comely black hair. I finally got what I've been waiting for, Sitting ten feet from my door. The walls were all of white, This memory I shall hold on tight. You told me you still did care, As I brushed away your comely black hair. The whole time I couldn't help but smile, For we finally met our "final mile." I've waited a year and would have gone four further, For these feelings I have, I've had not for another. I've finally got my Dream Flower, When I'm with you four days seem like an hour. |