THE GIRL ON THE CHOIR

by John Florence   Sep 3, 2008


In a quiet chapel during a morning dawn,
Where Petitions and confessions speak in a silent tone,
I'm here sitting in a bench with an annoying yawn,
But that's not my reason,on why am I here alone.

As the music enters the people's ear,
Something sugary on what I hear,
A girl through her own pleasing melody,
With her salient choir which they sang pleasantly.

My weariness suddenly lighten up,
On her magnificent voice,that wakes me up,
I Was amazed for her sweet and charming melody,
That Cures instantly like a home remedy.

As the music discontinues from playing,
I'm "out of the blue" to remember knowing her name.
But the entire singers went out parting,
I put my hand in my head in shame.

As the dawn breaks for the sunrise,
Loneliness took out my happiness,
I Walked alone and brusquely bumped, What a surpise!
The girl in the choir, which gives me gladness.

She stared at me and says "Hi"
And I Spoked and said "Nice tone",
She smiles at me and said "Goodbye",
Leaving me hearing her sweet charming tone.

As I Shouted to know her dearest name,
She yelled at me and said " I'm MaryJane",
I replied quickly and said, "I'm timothy"
We both left leaving ourselves happily.

I daydreamed today about the girl with a gorgeous tone,
An angel landed from heaven, singing her glorious tone,
In which she suddenly kissed my manly lips,
But I Bumped into the wall, Hurting my head and my hips.

But I Will return here someday for keeps,
To see you sing gloriously That comes from your lips,
With my deep respect to you in our friendship,
Before my feelings will lead to a loving relationship...

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