Friday, July 20, 2007

I'll think of him never...

He taught me to love him, he called me his flower
That blossomed for him all the brighter each hour.
But I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
My visions of love have all faded away...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


i forgot to thank you for joan as police woman...i defy is great.

mike in va