You see the thing about her is,
When I had her she let me go.
She wasn't sure of love, of herself,
and had no clue as to where to go.
Locked up all day, she did the job of her mother.
Taking care of the house, her sister's kid, and her brother.

Now that times are more solid,
and her life is being fit to a silver mold,
could she honestly resist me?
Would she dare be so naive and bold?
I can see it in her eyes as she smiles at my music act,
and I could swear it was like old times when she sat upon my lap.

In her scent I was lost as she sat on me,
and in her new confident speech I was awed.
I held her soft hand to help her from the seat,
and when I held it for a little longer, she did not think it was odd.
The electricity that flowed through me brought the fluttering again.
That feeling I miss almost as much as the love gained within.

She grows more wonderful as the days grow late,
as they do I can't sleep - only see her and feel her beauty.
Now that's just about all I can take.
To embrace her and make our worlds alive once more is my duty.
Forget about the what if's, to miss this chance would be insane.
If she and I were together, I can't imagine having anymore pain.



- Danny Wharton

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