You're a thief, plain and simple;
You can't change it by turning over a new leaf,
And the cuteness factor of your dimple
Won't give any relief:
You stole my heart,
Took it in your bloody hands,
And then planned on tearing it apart,
But that's not where This Love lands;
Not with a whimper, but a bang;
I'm not giving up one little thang
And my voice still rumbles with that Virginia twang,
And what I'm gonna learn ya
Is enough for a whole gang:
December 17, 2008, for Jan.
Copyright © 2008, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.