My darling, I miss your smile,
The feel of your long woolly hair,
The love we had,
And the ruin we made.
When darkness came,
I left when I should have stayed,
I shoved you away.
Now, robbed of your charm,
You are tucked into a corner
And I am left to the foreigner.
Like the sun, in time, you will rise,
And your devotion, a corona about you.
P.S J. BEKAS AND I WORKED ON THIS ONE