I met her in a bar
We dated once or twice
Took her to the flicks
She really was quite nice
I liked her perky smile
Grinning from ear to ear
She had oddball humour
And really was a dear
Love is a fickle thing
Blows away on the breeze
I'd asked her to marry
As I was on my knees
She sadly shook her head
For that was not to be
Her dad was a notable
So that was the end of me
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Some come..some go..but at least there was a flutter of possibility
ReplyDeleteso sad that she chose station over love. She was unworthy of you.
ReplyDeleteShe's a snob? What a surprise.
ReplyDeleteLove is a fickle thing
ReplyDeleteBlows away on the breeze
One learns to anticipate how love can fizzle away. More so being fickle minded is a lady's domain. Very true Robin!
Hank
She didn't deserve you, if that was the case.
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