Light one night,
While it was very dark.
I was walking in the park,
And I heard sound.
I rushed to see the source,
It was a girl.
She was as beautiful as a pearl,
And she was crying.
I asked her the problem,
She said it was love.
She was left for another dove,
I sat down and comforted her.
I asked her name,
She said it was Jen.
I asked her when,
She was left for another.
She replied,
A week ago.
And she misses him so,
And she started to cry again.
I left,
And I came back.
With me was a pack,
A pack full of roses.
I gave her the roses,
And asked her not to cry.
She looked at my roses, then in my eye,
And she stopped her weeping.
She stood up,
And hugged me.
She smiled and filled with glee.
She had found a new love.
A kind gesture,
Gone a different way.
She is with me to this day.
I am hers and she is mine.
I will never leave her,
For she is my love.
She is my dove,
And it is her I love.
2006-06-17
18:12:44
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Sammy Hagar
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