Many years ago I had loved her;
And always I will love her that much more,
Needless to say I would die for her;
But, now our love it is no more.
Yesterday she was not my friend;
Just as my other friends had come and gone;
Every-time that I tried, then later I cried,
And when I looked; I was someone else's pawn.
Never, did I ask for anyone’s help, but hers;
Maybe because there is no friends left for me;
Caring for everyone, I have always done,
But caring for me; no one ever did believe.
Loved her; forever even after the day I die;
And always I will be there for her just alone;
Visions of her are forever locked away in my mind,
Every day by myself, I now quietly and I moan.
Randy L. McClave
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