Sad Love
She came crying
In no season
Me asking
For what reason.
No answer, only sob
A finger pointing on her heart
I suspect it's all about love
As I sense it from the start.
Oh, my daughter is in love
As I hear some romantic phone call
I see her glowing stare from above
Unmindful a glass of water already full.
The happiness is short-live
As she open up her grief
The love she give
Has betrayed by a thief.
She later found out sought
The boy she commit
Is already betroth
Agreed to better quit.
I pity my daughter
For such an early failure
But I never discourage her
For that lovely error.
For a moment, I gave her a glance
And tap her back a shove
Advice her to give her heart a chance
To never give up on love.
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