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She was a victim of a mismatched love,
And it’s time that those fools realize
That she has a voice and a soul
An undefined life you know,
Yet it took decades in a tumultuous path to go.
But her dreams were cast aside
And who were they to be blind,
Pretending not to see her real needs?
She skirted on the path of windblown leaves
While her hardened heart slowly bleeds.
And she was always there for you
And all the others that she knew
Giving everything that she had physically.
She knew every need they had mystically,
And they ignored her own vitality.
When you were free to see,
The cost was much too deep
And you just moved your mind.
Then you found another one in kind,
And your new dance had been realigned.
That one had not a nickel to show
But could understand her, though,
And henceforth was the greatest of all time.
Tears and passions flowed sublime
Where the house on the loch will shine.
And I’ll always tell you what is true
Watching you while your roses bloom
For the deepest of hopes we think escape
We reach them, while our knees are scraped
And our minds and hearts can reshape.
© 2014 Deb Hirt