My Hero







My Hero



They tell me every man has hopes

The Hero he will be.

He surely didn't know it but

He was just that to me.



Those qualities I longed to find

In someone I could trust,

A heart of gold, but still quite bold,

And rarest love, not lust.



My Hero had a winning style,

And knew just what to say.

Who knew those same dear qualities

Would some day him betray?



I could profess to cast aside

Each vision of the man,

But I prefer to cherish them

And hold them while I can.





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kat's picture




Ahhhh Jess!
Two peas in a pod, two foolish hearts.
When will we learn?
As always a good write, good job.
kat

TREXPATTON's picture

.......and just WHY would you want to let go?? Please don't.


"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !