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点击复制Let me a write you a prose,
Brimming with passion, like a scarlet rose.
Let me write you a prose
More profound than that of Ambrose.
Let me write you a prose, lofty and proud
One that’s incomparable to that enchanting ballad that you love.
Let me write you a prose I can hardly think of
One that’s sure to squeeze my brain and the conspiracies thereof.
One that will melt your apathetic and careless heart of stone
One that will weaken your strong knees and crumble each bone
One that will never make it to the end of this season
One that will never see tomorrow, please don’t ask me the reason
Let me write you a prose that you will never forget
One that will outlast all the chances you and I will ever get
One that will stay forever in your heart and linger by your side
Long after your silly dreams or my steadfast love has eventually died
Let me write you a prose, senseless and odd
A prose so ugly that no one will ever read aloud
A prose that will never get noticed, will never get an award
One that sounds so stupid, even reading it would seem awkward
Because,
I know your taste for elegance and grace,
Your love for beauty and the wonders of space
I know your colorful world and the people you sketched
That beautiful lady you dream of and her image in your mind deeply etched
I know the thoughts you hold in a winter night so cold
I know the plans you make and the bright ideas you sold
I know the butterflies in your stomache, and the lies that you told
I know the secrets you kept from me, yes, even that hidden pot of...
So,
Let me write you a prose, high and mighty, like your nose
A prose so good yet so bad, so happy yet so sad.
A prose so unfitting and yet so exact
A prose so irregular and yet so tact
A prose so lovely, it will jumpstart your day
A prose so ugly, it will ruin your stay
A prose I will write in the darkest of night
A prose I will keep under glass and away from the light
Please let me write you a prose because I am haunted by your ghost
And unless you let me do it, there’s nothing else that comes close
To letting you know how much of this affection is unreturned and lost
And how my darling, the very thought of you gives rise to each post
Now I write you a prose while I watch the trees sway
I write you a prose, littered with words as lovely as I can say
I write you a prose, my idol, though your feet’s made of clay
A prose that will never get to you — to my aching soul’s dismay