Once upon a time,
There once was a rhyme
That told a grand tale
Of a boy and a girl.
They grew up together
Like birds of a feather,
Laughing and playing
Their bond never fraying.
Stuck together like glue
To everyone they knew,
The girl and the boy
Tried to keep their love coy,
For the girl had an admirer
Who often gave her a flower.
She thought it was sweet
So the flowers she’d keep,
But her heart belonged to another
As she once told her mother.
Her mother just smiled
And the boy’s number she dialed.
“Tell him,” she said
And from the room she fled.
The girl called the boy,
Who’s name was Roy,
And confessed of her love,
As pure as two doves.
“You love me,” he sighed.
He started to cry.
When asked what was wrong,
He took nearly too long
To tell her he was scared,
And that his heart she had snared.
There, friend, is the story
Of the girl and the boy,
Who together found a romance
And proved that love is a chance
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