• alas,alas, I bid you farwell,
    As a tear down your cheek,
    Makes me feel as hell,
    When I turned, in wide wonder,
    I felt a hug,
    That would make anyone,
    feel as a plunder,
    As he hugged me tight, not letting go,
    He told me he die without me.

    As we sit there, under the trees,
    The only thing to hear,
    was the leaves by our feet,
    When the night approached,
    He grabbed my arm,
    And kissed me while hugging,
    Which was an alarm.

    Did he love me?
    Did want me to stay?
    As he held me tight,
    I told him,





    Do you love me back?