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Written for Stormy Lady's Show Me Your Poetry And Win Contest |
AFFAIR OF THE HEART A private drive leads to her home Where she lives in luxury, Where nothing is beyond her means; Yet I know she dreams of me. She traded love for the finer things That money could buy, but then She became lonely and bitter And has called me back again. An affair of the heart she's craving, Needs strong arms to hold her tight; But life goes on and I have found Another love that seems just right. We live in a very small apartment With no maid, no fancy things; But we have all that's needed Two golden wedding rings. Dreams are for the lonely, In private thoughts they live; I turn and walk away from her, I've nothing more to give. |