Her

A poem about your love's first love...

Her

Please, oh wretched moonlight, go away
I need the warming sun to bring me day
Please open those hazel eyes so they may say
I love you more than her

She haunts his dreams each night I lay asleep
But now I stay awake and softly weep
For under the stars, this very night, there might just be
A vision of her within his longing heart

Tomorrow I know her voice will surely bring
A smile to his heart and to his step, a vibrant spring
For she remains the only one to wear his ring
And the only one to tear apart his fragile heart

Oh, how fond a heart can grow within a year
And how cold a heart can grown with every tear
For as this river dries, I prove my fear
That the year holds up against these crying eyes

All this time I gave him no chance to miss my smile
And though he committed no crime, if put on trial
I feel his love for her would be a mile
And his love for me, a lonesome inch