Tameeka Smith

(Norfolk)

And I Finally Realize


The other day
I came to the conclusion
And it's not an illusion
You are the only man
That I ever loved
Years ago many years ago
We were both young
Neither of us
Really knew a thing about love
It took for me to be
With others to see
How much you meant to me
To realize that none of them
Can hold a candle to you
Or do the things that you do
Even though we have both moved on
The love that I have for you still lives on
In my heart you will always
Hold a special place
Your name has a special space
Even if we never see
One other again
Every memory will always
Live in my heart and mind
Forever and always until the end of time

Submitted: Saturday, November 12, 2011
Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011
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