I tried all I could to get her attention
Her beauty I did not fail to mention
Offered to massage
And relieve her tension
Offered everything
Even my pension
Wrote beautiful words
Offered to take her places
Put her on a horse
And show her wide open spaces
For all I tried
I was denied
And should not be surprised
For it was her choice
And she did decide
Perhaps that one thing I should of continued to hide
Too late did I realize
But later in life
I now see
That it was not meant to be
Her and me
I could not give her what she did need
Even though I wanted to give her everything
And I her muse
I would do more than amuse
It was still not me she would choose
I can’t always get what I want
Or the prettiest girl
Even with my pretty face
And hair that does twirl
Looks just like hers with nice curl
In loss we learn much
And it makes us yearn more for touch
And to have long conversations about such and such
I guess I need to be tough
Not try and win them over with stuff
Who you are should be enough
Although I missed my chance
I hope there will be someone to take her to the dance
Give her what she really needs
For it certainly is not me
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