She was a beauty,
a goddess of love.
Holding out her hand,
with the sign of a dove.
She wanted peace,
we had a fight.
Now we were talking again,
we had seen the light.
I am sorry,
we had both said.
We were not thinking,
not right in the head.
Kissing and holding,
trying to make up.
Trying to avoid the worst,
not wanting to breakup.
I missed her dearly,
as I hope she had missed me.
I wish I didn’t say those words,
why couldn’t I have let things be.
We are back,
mending things together
Hoping we can be,
close together forever.
She is a beauty,
a goddess of love.
She is someone,
I can never get enough of.
