Treasure Island

KATHRYN CHOATE


The Only Man


I sit alone on the beach
It is dark and the stars are a glow
The moonlight shimmers off the water
I listen to hear your voice call to me on the breeze
I can see your face, come sit with me
We can lie on a blanket or sit by a tree
Your laughter brings such joy to this old heart
As I'm reminising of days gone by
The days I thought I would be by your side
The heart and brain are strange things
They can lead you into the most dangerous places
My heart is cold as ice with a brick wall around it
Never again will I allow myself to love
For the only man who truly loves me is My Lord

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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