True Tragedy Whenever a Great Romance Dies
True Tragedy Whenever A Great Romance Dies
She was my beautiful flower, her soft colors enthralling me
Breathtakingly sweet her most tender kisses and warming hugs
I had found my angel, she with such dark tanned sexy legs
That night we made our maddingly deep love, all of her I see.
And she was mine and I was her lover so very true.
We had found our paradise and babe it was me and you!
I saw her with no clothes, what a heavenly sight to see
She slowly undressed me, and was laughing with such glee!
She was my angel, her long black hair so truly divine
We lay upon the beach-sand, our hearts melding together
All we could do was so deeply kiss and touch each other
I was her dearest lover she an angel that was mine!
For four fantastic months nothing could tear we two apart.
She was my sweetest girl and I gave her my loving heart!
That August, her heart was broken when her mother died.
She my dear lover, shut herself in, for weeks she cried.
Then a hurt came , she sent me a notice she was leaving
Her family wanted her home and California was far away
I tried my best to keep my sweetheart but to no avail
From then on it was my broke heart and poor soul a 'grieving
As days turned to weeks farther away we did both drift.
Then my job changed I went on six straight long nightshifts.
As Fate had sadly decreed, our love was just not to be.
Thus we parted, never again did I her sweet face see.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, Romance
Edited, November 11th. 2022d
Edited, September 9th 2023
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; Today at 10:44 AM.
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