Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Another man loves her
A man with more time
Does not travel the world
As I do, living in tents
Serving the country I so love.

His hands tread the very valleys
On her body I used to trace
She just hurt me big time
When she gallantly walked away;

I am now composed, I have tried my best
Though I can’t bring myself to
Nor accept she went, and

I sigh o’er my hapless fate.

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