Saturday, August 28, 2010


He told her that he loved her
And he tried real hard
He brought her flowers
And he mowed the yard
He whispered ‘sweetheart’
When the night was still
But he could not forget….
…against his will

He did not weep
At least not by day
But when she was asleep
Memories would prey
Silent and secret
The tears he shed
She could never be the one
That he could not forget

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Janet Martin

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