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Our love story started rough,

At a lunch break, remember?

You said to the waitress, ‘I've had enough!'

And I tried to tell you, ‘it's chaos, mid December!'

But at Times Square, life gets tough

Even if you're a Goldcardmember

So I slapped your face and poured some hot stuff

On your new Armani suit, remember?

I guess I made a bad impression, but it was to turn out good

Didn't know then, I lived in your neighbourhood

*

In March, we made acquaintance, we met

With hostility in the air

And pouring rain, which made me terrible wet

Finally, you started to care

So I found myself in your mastersuit, I'll never forget

The definite start to our affair

Back then I couldn't tell, if it was a promise or a threat

That you made while messing up my hair

"I'll never love you, I'm too mature

But I will not leave you, and that's for sure"

*

In April, hostility was gone,

And we'd actually gone on a date

Well, a picnic on my uncut lawn,

That's when you told me, your brother's not straight

The sun had solemnly withdrawn,

And it was getting kind of late

Suddenly you said; You're my swan

I figured you meant I was your soul mate

But I could not stop laughing, it sounded so cheap

I sorry darling, but I laughed until I started to weep.

*

May was as sweet as ever, with long promenades

Among oh too long New Jersey sidewalks 

And suddenly, a stupid fancy of going to a masquerade

Which luckily enough ended as just talks.

Out of nowhere in May, I became afraid

Afraid of something taking you away, a hawk

Circling our heads, waiting, ready for air raid,

He haunted me, was a steady stalk

But my love, you convinced me that you would remain,

With the cheesy gesture; a bottle of champagne

*

June was different; the time of passion had ended,

A replacer, called affection, well, it was pretty much the same

I shortly made your romantic gestures suspended,

During my first real grownup poker game.

Romance is overrated, please don't get offended

But it is basically just the frame

The important thing is the art work, no the pretended

You soul, your mind, your flame.

But honey, don't get me wrong,

It's okay to sing me a silly love song.

*

I made up my mind in July,

As the hottest month catched us by surprise

In eight weeks, I'll have to say good-bye

And will not happen in front of your eyes

Not many would describe me as shy,

But we all have our secrets, our disguise

Is sometimes too good, hard to deny

Everything too keep your soul from the guy

I hoped I will not break the heart, or hurt it too much,

When I have just learned how yours to touch

*

With August came a ring in a fortune cookie,

I did not have the heart to say no

So I locked myself in, and called Jackie

For no better reason than to say Hello

We go back all the way to Milwaukee,

Back when winter use to mean snow

She listened, as if in a walkie-talkie

To all my worries, and answered very low;

"Girl, you do what you have to, no worries, alright?

‘Cause boys they leave too, you know he's no knight"

*

Our last weeks went by way too fast,

And we made love on the beach twice,

Summer just would not leave, but at last

September cold came, though no birth control device

What was not allowed to happen, had already passed

My visit to the doctor made the decision clear as ice

No others would enter as cast

In the play of my life, can't imagine the price

I have always had the leading role,

And right now, there could be no other, I need control.

*

And as I watched my lover in his sleep

I knew what I have to do

So I moved my arm, tried not to weep

Whispering; I loved you too

I abduce my clothes, one last peep

As I turned around, an amazing view

I went out to my car, an old used jeep

Looked up, never seen a night so blue

But I had made my choice this time,

I had to fully live my prime

*

No, love, with you the promise is hard to fulfil

I can not live single in a pair

But remember this, I love you still

So please don't you despair

My life goes on, that is my will

Though I'll never forget Times Square

I'm sure you'll find someone to thrill

And even, possible, become millionaire

Though, can I ask of you one last thing?

Always think of me in spring.