and pages I've turned
took one match
for the bridges I've burned
there's no way back, took up that slack
there's no space, not even a crack
you give all that I once lacked
and for lovin', you have a knack
I was out and sometimes down
wrinkles caused by a big frown
then you started comin' round
those old sorrows start to drown
where'd I be if not for you
always happy, never blue
oh, the trouble we can brew
life takes on a different hue
you pull me close and start our dance
it's just like being in a trance
no other boy could stand a chance
slaying my dragons with your lance
never in my wildest dreams
would I change the scheme of things
rising to the top like cream
whatever that old saying means
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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