My Heart is an Open Book


	My Heart is an Open Book When I was a young lad I had no girl of my own, No one to take to the movies no one to call on the phone. It was a sad and lonely existence I was afraid it would never end. Would a girl ever love me would her precious love to me, she send? I thought I was surely doomed to a life so lonely and bare, But, I guess the Lord had pity for all of a sudden, she was there. I don’t know how I knew maybe it was ESP, I knew I had to have her I knew she was the girl for me. Would she ever notice would she take the time to look? Would she be interested enough in the cover to get to know the book? She seemed OK with the cover the book was easy to read, It said, if only you’ll have me I’d give you more love than you’ll need. I don’t know how much she read but she said her love was mine, So, I knew without a doubt my life was going to be just fine. JRS © 3-24-99 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved