You know how the story starts,
Boy meets girl, in a dark bar
Smiles exchanged, little flirts, still far.

Boy meets girl again,
this time in quieter surrounding,
a little flame begins on burning.

Boy meets girl the third time around,
they exchange a harmless kiss,
go to a concert where music is loud.

the fourth time also goes well
you might end up in bed,
you fool arround a little, hey thats not bad!

the fifth date, sitting on the beach,
two dogs, a male and a bitch.
you dont say much, but something aint right,
one would think this is not what i had in mind.

Still you feel that little flame growing,
you still want to see her,
but you are affraid of her crying.

a little Before the sixth and final date,
i realized i really developed feelings for her.
it was quite noticable, i never could pretend.

And than, on that crutial date,
damned it all to hell,
her attitude , which i endured all week finally made me
snap.
I steped out of the pub. never looking back,
only to realize once again,
how much i really want her
and now must refrain...:(

Dedicated to all of us, who still think that its better to
have loved and lost, than to have never feel love at all...