There was a lass called Nicola <br />Who thought that I'd grow sick of her, <br />She thought my love would surely wane <br />When I realised it was in vain. <br /> <br />No chance of that! I love her still, <br />The sort of love that makes you ill, <br />An obsession that cotrols your mind - <br />Yes, love is cruel and it's blind! <br /> <br />If I saw her with another guy <br />My heart would quail and I would die, <br />A fate indeed that's harsh and grim <br />(I don't even want to think of him!) <br /> <br />I want to hold her in my arms <br />And capture her elusive charms, <br />But I know she's other fish to fry <br />And secret needs to satisfy. <br /> <br />I'd sacrifice my life for her <br />Whatever hardship I'd incur, <br />Please let me always be her friend <br />And let that friendship never end!<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-for-nicola/
