Copyright 2013 Marvin Thomas Cox DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox Flynn
As eight meets nine in passing of time,
her beautiful blue eyes met mine, as night meets day in sunshiny rays, she brought a smile to my face, as sweet as sugar but more like honey, she made my insides feel funny, as good as it gets without any regrets, with her I never felt a need to fret ...
Until the morning she ceased to be,
leaving me broken as can be, to find in the night she'd gone away, never more to laugh or play, never more to brighten up my days, with her beautiful face, her face ever so warm and tender, her face I will always remember ...