Barry Van Allen
This? - Poem by Barry Van Allen
It may be just distance,
or a lack of persistence,
It may be the way things were seen,
that carried my girl and so much of my world,
right out of the scope of my dreams.
If I could I would set her before me,
I 'd try hard to explain - - -
That I love her much more than I've shown her before,
that inside me, I'm seething with pain.
I regret , I'm unable to do this,
to make everything right with a kiss,
If I could; yes, I would,
I'd make everything good,
... but the truth and the world persist.
We are different, we've known it,
we have now finally shown it,
Should a love, once so fine,
end like this?
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