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I can't say that I'm sorry,
For having met you.
Dashing and daring you were,
In your dark jeans of blue.
Beware was my intuition,
Right from the start.
But it was too late,
You had already stolen my heart.
Lost within your eyes,
I fell for you.
Helplessly,
There was nothing I could do.
The taste of our first kiss,
Was very sweet indeed.
Our love blossomed,
Like a beautiful flower from a seed.
How happy and proud was I,
To call you my own.
How it felt to be in your arms,
I would have never known.
Memories still haunt me,
And for you I still pine.
The mistakes that were made,
Were yours and not mine.
My love for you hasn't died,
If only you could see.
I tried hard to make you realize,
That you needed me.
History is our love,
Once again never to be.
I wasn't the one who wanted,
To be footloose and free.
When I slip into bed,
I'll turn out the light.
Knowing only too well,
In my thoughts you'll be all night.
Time heals a broken heart,
It's what they all say.
I'm still anxiously waiting,
For that one day.
I thought as time goes by,
I'd think of you less.
But it's so hard to forget,
Your loving caress.
As I turn off the light,
Alone in bed I lie.
Love has no pity,
For a fool such as I.
Into the wee hours,
I'm still thinking of you.
And the unforgettable things,
That we use to do.
I can picture your face,
And see your bright smile.
Remembering your love,
My heart racing all the while.
You sneak into my thoughts,
And into my dreams.
Lingering forever,
For a lifetime it seems.
Release me I ask,
Make the memories go away.
What must I do,
So I can love again one day.
Alone in the darkness,
Do you think the same as I do.
That,
I can't say that I'm sorry,
For Having Loved You.
©Elizabeth Ann Bushey
March-1-2007©
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