Thursday, May 31, 2007
All torn and forlorn
They don’t see a thing
Inside his heart lies aching
If only she had a clue
Shackles that bind
There couldn’t be anything more
Her beauty lies deeper
Chains that hold
Watching the tragedy unfolds
Provocative emotions he held and sighs
After all, nobody could expect to fall in love and never cry
If there were no tomorrow
IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT,