Little One
It was an early August evening
and the rain was pouring down
and she came to meet me
oh so far from town
It was the first time that I met her
I didn`t know her name
so I called her little one
and wasoh so glad she came
she was oh so pretty
with her hair the darkest red
thde thought of ever losinghr
filled my heart with dread
I looked into those haunting eyes
that go from blue to grey
and when syhe smiled at me
I could think of nought to say
She was so small amd fragile
like a doll upon a shelf
If God has maade on e better
he kept it for HIMSELF
we seemed to talk forever
far along into the night
and sooner than we thought it would
there came the morning light
Now I hope that my best friend
is whar she`ll always be
this girl i call my little one
that means so much to me
Copyright © Wayne Graham | Year Posted 2007
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