Monday, December 19, 2005

POEM

I met Corinne in New Orleans.
Just another woman, I mused.
A woman with raven hair,
And eyes dark and exotic.
Corinne's bayou twang,
Was lucid and clear.
She came into my life,
When life seemed empty.
Corinne could see my heart.
She accepted me for me.
I love her so.
My friend, my soulmate, my love.

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With writing, I felt like it was just my free place where no one told me what to do because it was just my own.  ~Tate McRae, Singer