She came from afar, this beauty without a car, but she still
drove me mad, but never left me sad. All I had to do
was think about her often – more often than I cared. But
her looks never dared, even with her eyes, which you could
tell were never telling lies. Where is she now? Still in
my thoughts – always will be till my dying day or until
the sunsets in the east, even though it sets in the west,
leaving me to know that she was the best.