She told me not to pick up a wild rose
But I did
She told me not to dream of her
But I did
She told me not to mess up with her
But I did
And she had gone
Left me
Without telling me why
Did not know the reason
If I was wrong
Gave me a second chance
 At least I could  say sorry
But she's vanished
Leaving all the sweet things
Forgotten
Yes, regret always comes later
Yes, she ever warned  me to stay away
But I was stubborn
And persisted
I want her  to know anyway
If  someday we meet
I'll tell her
I 'm still loving her
Always
(The Art of fiction in the edge of Summer/Fredericksburg,VA/August 24/24,11.04p)
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