When true love haunts you in your dreams,
And HER soul wants you and it seems,
That distance is never too far,
Summoning you like a shining star.
And you try your best to forget,
But it rains memories ever wet.
And her image of beauty is vivid,
And I call myself stupid
For letting her slip away,
I should have fought to stay.
Now she is in a hand of another,
And my lonely heart smother,
For I know he can never LOVE her,
LIKE I CAN.
copyright by Mark St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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