I met a girl who loves me so.
Never questions my whereabouts while I’m on the go.
I can do what I want, never having to worry.
This girl is a jewel I’m no fool.
We live together like roommates,
She stays at home, while I stay out late.
We do our own thing and that’s OK.
I don’t truly love her anyway.
We’re about to be married very soon.
I married once in the month of June.
This is my second time around.
This time my feet are on the ground.
I’m not in love though I respect her a lot.
She’s safe and easy, Johnny on the spot.
Maybe I’ll stay with her until the end.
We can always be, very good friends.
(July 11,2007)
Have to marry for love alone or it doesn't work...Good poem Melvina, as always. marci.xo
Oh love were art thou? A sad relationship... well penned Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece that is unfortunately true.So many marry for other things other then Love.I can't imagine being one of them who marrys out of convenience...I could never do that-Never. Thanx for sharing this well thought out piece Mel... L, -Shelley-