Beloved Parting

You are so special, so true, so bold,
another, I could not bare to hold.
You're always there, waiting for me,
if only they, could but see.

They think they know me, better than you,
the things they say, could they be true?
It's such a shame, they hate you so,
you know this means, you gave to go.

This will hurt me, far mowe than you,
sometimes it's hard, what a man must do.
As I write, my face grows pale,
four cylinder Commodore, for sale.

©Darren Johnson 1999 Please do not reprint without permission