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To
Bethany
There is this young girl that
I know
I think of her wherever I go
A heart of gold, just as her
hair
I wish she knew how much I
cared
She stands alone, surrounded
by guys
I simply watch from the outside
If only there was something
I could say
That would make her look my
way
I sigh and slowly turn my head
Wondering, wishing I was dead
But as I turn to walk away
I see her standing in my way
She smiles at me with open
arms
As if to protect me from all
harm
She embraces me, like a child
with her doll
And from my eye, a single tear
falls
As it slowly rolls down my
cheek
My mind goes blank, I cannot
speak
Someone so perfect must be
from above
But why was I sent someone
like this to love?
I don't deserve this, I don't
know what I'll do
But I look in her eyes as see
she loves me too.
So now when I see this young
girl named Beth
I smile and realize I'll love
her till death
I called her today, she sounded
distraught.
What's wrong? What happened?
These answers I sought
Her voice was filled with sadness
and tears
I couldn't believe the sounds
in my ears
She sobbingly said, "Can I
call you back?"
My
I hung up the phone and realized
I'd lied
My worry, it seemed, had been
magnified.
My heart and my mind both began
to race
As I fell into a soft, scared
daze.
I had no idea as to what I
should do.
Just Wait? Call her Back?
My thoughts were but few.
I sat there, hoping that the
phone would soon ring.
If only she'd call, it would
make my heart sing.
But alas, her sweet voice I
would not get to hear.
For she never called back,
my sweetheart, my dear.
But I still sit and wait, with
the phone to my ear
Hoping, and praying, that she
knows I'm here.
by: Ben Franklin
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