Oh my dear Frida, sometimes I wish
You would cross the bridge to knock on my door
Hold me tight, delivering hope with a kiss
and love only me forever and ever more
I wish you could be mine and still feel free
I wouldn't want you to be any other way
To expect this of you is selfish of me
You, who are irrepressible and gay
I am horribly in love with you
It's been this way since the start
But I tire of feeling blue and missing you
and your fickle heart
Please come home, Frida. Please don't delay.
And I shall love you truly for as long as you stay.
December 31st, 2011
Atlanta
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