Three Lovely Calls
Three times I heard the lovely voice
Three times when he called I knew he was my choice
Three times my ears was stripped of all the joys Then I remember when I was small and had many toys
Three times I heard him called my name
Three times the call was without any blame
Three lovely calls, I knew this is not a game
Three times, he could never try to frame
Three times, he told me the dues he had paid
Three times, the calls from his heart was made Three times, he told me there should be no raid Three times, he called and I was full of tears
Three times, I know there was nothing to fear
For three times he told me that I had become so dear
Three times, I realize he was someone so dear Three times I know the fabrics of love will never tear
BY
MICHAEL EDISON
Copyright © Michael Edison | Year Posted 2015
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