Dearest Louise

Dearest Louise

Dearest Louise

Oh, my Dearest Louise
I’m writing to brain do I tease
Remember the times we went out
To go dancing without a doubt?

Well, now we just look and we stare
In the mirror, we wish we had glare
So we may not see what looks back
It’s older now then, that’s the fact

So, what has possessed me to write?
Or make ser-i-ous into light?
Well, that’s how it is that I cope
Because this ‘ol life’s a big joke

Can’t have what I dream of at night
Can’t make what is wrong into right
So then this is how I accept
Invitation to be so adept

My maker then sa-ith to me
Ask her just how it is, she
So now then I question your being
Is it well now? He is see-in’

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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