My baby is no barbie
Though she is a wannabe.
But, she is no plastic or rag doll.
Linda is my Rock 'n'Roll.
We danced for hours on her birthday
We let our passions sway.
And we still remember that night
When, I saw her in a different light.
But, now my black and beautiful darling.
I see the first white flakes dropping.
And I know that this is the last winter of our tryst
For our longing will soon become passions of the past.
We Know we are not star-crossed lovers.
And I will not plead with the universal powers
To change the will of our destinies.
For before the first dew of Spring
I will have a new song to sing
To you Linda my Lily of the African Lilies.
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