I wrote you a song
With images fair
Of beautiful eyes,
Long golden hair
Of beauty of souls,
Noblest minds
Perfection of pathos,
Hearts that are kind.
The words never change
Their images mirror
perfection in heav'n
incorp'rated here.
The deep tearing pain
My tears now show;
The reason you changed
I never will know.
Or maybe it's me?
And I'm in the wrong?
I guess time will answer
When you hear my song.
Quotables!
9 years ago
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