Friday, February 20, 2009

It wasn't the way
That he wasn't sure
Though he wasn't exactly
A smooth operator
Forgetting the lines
Forgetting himself
Periodically left
Under a spell
It wasn't his smile
His charms or his looks
He had little to offer
With just those on the books
It wasn't his caring
His sharing, his daring
His eyes, his surprise
His hurting, his fearing
It wasn't enough

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