You Don'T Call Me Baby Anymore
You do not call me ‘baby’ anymore.
Have I grown too old to yet adore?
Maybe another interest is in store?
Our passion’s not a pleasure but a chore,
and I am not the golden girl of yore.
Your warming smile no longer lights my door.
Is it another person you adore?
Must I at last farewell to our amour,
And look in others faces to explore,
Cause you don’t call me ‘baby’ anymore.
How sad it is to be a sidelined spree,
remembering how much I gave of me.
I make requests to God on bended knee,
“Take this stain of sin and set me free.
Heal love blinded eyes so truth I see.”
5/26/2022
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