The first time I met you,
I thought I was better.
I didn’t understand the things that you do,
Or I did that is why I am expressing myself in the letter.
I am sorry for the way I treated you,
I am asking you to change without a word.
I didn’t have a clue,
I guess I should have learned,
For the rose is the symbol of love.
For love it is, it was my heart that you kept.
Oh, and the white rose look like a dove,
We both went our different ways, and I wept.
In a flash you came back,
Ring, the phone rang, you call.
We had gotten off track,
But then we knew it all.
I loved you for so long,
I thought you do to.
But I didn’t know, I made you heart go into song,
Could this daydream be true?

Tiffany Dyer
5/6/04

 
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