I am not Paris,
But wanted to be,
Now, I realise how wrong,
I was, thinking like this!
Helen is a mirage and always will be,
It’s time I got conscious,
And should keep up distance,
Even if I stay amid the turbulent sea.
Fly! You ‘are’ free, my angel,
Don’t ever need to hear my heart’s bell.
Homer would approve. Bravo Md...............
sincerely Melissa...........
Thanks
Thank you so much.