Friday, October 7, 2011

Thirty Three

I would wait for her to call
To tell me I have turned thirty three
And still young for her
To tell me that she loves me
And can't wait to see me again
Her soft words would sooth me
And would sure draw a tear
Gently it would rolls down the cheek
And wet her picture
I would wait for the time
When she would be mine
I would miss her
When I turn thirty three