This is one I wrote for a friend of mine on morning....it really doesn't have a title.
Pretty girl staring out of the window,
Why do your eyes wander...
Wander off into the nether regions of space,
Out into the wild blue yonder?
Dreaming of days gone by?
Or your beautiful beau who'll sweep you off your feet?
Wishing the world was as beautiful as the day you came into it,
Or hoping for the big turnaround at your son's conception?
Ah, ma belle fille,
Do you know what power you hold,
What weapons you wield,
What extraordinary things you can do
With just a click of your heels
A flick of your wrist
A wink of your eye
You know...I know you do.
You won't tell me though.
Darren Stewart Jr. © 04/2011
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