The Black Dragon

A black dragon stole into my life,
He kept me warm with words of love,
Then he crept out full of strife,
Left me hurting; a wounded dove.

People come and go in our lives,
You never know 'til the morrow,
Who will leave or who will survive,
Only they leave you full of sorrow.

This black dragon had my heart,
And he still does without knowing,
He had it with him from the start,
Could not see the light within glowing.

This dragon wishes him only the best,
As she tries to go on with her being,
My heart still lives in this, my breast,
Caring is still there, soft and beating.

Friends is what I hope we still can be,
Life can and will go on as you choose it,
I will always be here, so, you see,
Your friend always, if you do permit.

Para un Drag�n Negro, mi Amigo... Kisses

February, 2003.

February, 2003.