Wednesday, January 14th, 2009 | Author: markross
My only girl is going away, a beautiful spring on a cold winter’s day. The love that you gave me, I’ll never forget; the day that I met you, I’ll never regret. So now we’ve gone our own ways; two lives instead of one.
The truth has come upon us, and the day at last has come. Still, memories of you, will always be with me;
unlike a caged bird, we’re going to be free. Copyright © 2005 Mark Ross
Category: Poetry
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