Never ending love story

I love her.more than anything i have ever loved but for all these years i kept the feeling to myself never ever mentioning it to her

It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly, a shot rang out ! It was me ! I had caught her in bed with her husband. They seemed surprised to see me. As her husband grasped his chest and staggerred out of bed, knocking over the lamp, a chair, standing on the cat, tearing down the curtains, he seemed puzzled that I would shoot my own father. Mum screamed at me, "you barstard ! "

I started to think maybe I could have handled this better.

Probably true!

probably true love

a love so true that it went beyond anything

and i loved things so

there was this thing i had for this thing once and i kept the feeling

to myself

i never ever mentioned the unmentionable

things changed when i blurted

now all i want to do is tell the world ...

but first i must admit, beauty makes such fools of us all ! This was a woman one of the sex I mistrusted and avoided, a woman in the earliest spring of her youth, a girl of fifteen or sixteen at the utmost

"are you ut" she asked pole lightly "most" i rejoindered too lishly

she reiterated me

as no-one was more far gone beauty than i whilst she was



in short my kind of woman and the love blossomed thats what the blooming doctor said

thats as much as i remember about

the earliest spring