I fell in love with her picture
A long, long time ago,
Yet today I'm not much richer
By all the things I know.
You see, I never met her,
No, never in my life,
Yet how can I forget her
When I prayed she'd be my wife?
Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2014.
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