Appears in my book "Ripples"
Faintly the church bell tolls On the hour, faintly she sighs She cries out to the Lord About the how's and whys She's a women (Some say she is scorned) Most don't see the women I see A lover with love she's adorned She can smile in the sun And hide in the moon But when she has a sad I feel our hearts rhythm in tune She's not a ragdoll Even if it is for a laugh I know b'cuz of two hearts twain She is one half I look at her and think, you Can take the old and mend'em new A second hand heart makes do (With all she's been through)
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