To Alfred de Musset. Words I never found a melody for.

Alfred,
I fell for you in the backyard
Of my back yard.
I was lonely and the boys did’nt like me.
I was 14. You were 190.
You would have hate being a teen in the 90´s.
You taught me love I learned wisely.
You taught me pain I felt deeply.
I wish we met long before George hurt you.
I wish I was the muse of someone half talented as you.
I put a bouquet of tulips where you beautifuly lay once a year.
I write you in a notebook everytime I fear.
You’re my lover and my brother.
I Will love you forever.