She was the love that I had sought
For her I would had gladly fought,
I knew that she felt the same, I was her flame
Or, so I had thought.
She was the woman of my dreams
My happiness she was all the themes,
She was my desire, she constantly did inspire
She brought me true sunbeams.
She was the reason why I had waited
The reason why I was alone and never dated,
She was the one, whose life I would proudly don
I was so pleased and elated.
She was the woman that I needed
Adivice from family and friends I never heeded,
On our first date, she called me her soulmate
To her, my heart I happily conceded.
She was the hope that I had always wanted
In my dreams she had haunted,
I woke up happily, with her always next to me
I now could not be discouraged, or daunted.
She was the woman of my prayers
To whom I sent my emotions and cares,
But in the end, her love and loyalty I should not had penned
She is now the woman of my nightmares.
Randy L. McClave
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