She leant on my shoulder And what did I feel? I felt a warm feeling I wished wasn’t real I know now it’s true What Harold did say I am still in love In a fairly big way It’s becoming pure torture To see her each time When I know
Month: March 1994
A Sweet Little Poem
A sweet little poem, For someone like you. To make you feel happy, And never be blue. Your beautiful laugh, Your wonderful smile, Would make nearly any man, Run a four minute mile. So if you are lonely, And things look real glum, Turn to a real friend, A buddy