What Is Right Is Right
A rose every hour,
If I could have given to you,
Then maybe their power,
Would have kept our love true.
But it didn’t happen,
Not a care in the world.
You met someone different,
And gave it a whirl.
You were so happy,
Till things changed.
Now you wish,
You had taken my name.
But that wont happen,
No matter how you cry.
I can never love you again,
Till that day I die.
You made your bed,
And put tears in my eye.
Now you suffer,
I guess it is only right
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2007
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