Crissy
What was it about you
that pulled me to my feet?
What called out to me
that sang this song so sweet?
You were a poem that
I have always wanted to write
You are a memory now
and almost out of sight.
I wanted to love you
but it was not to be
I had to let you
loose, to set you free.
I had to lose you
before I had begun
I had to mourn you
like snow under the sun.
You are my metaphors
of flowers in an Elysian field
You were an allusion
of desires that I wanted to wield.
We were never to be
from the day you were born
Separated by sex, our
love forever torn.
Still I look back at
your memory and smile
We were two together
as friends for awhile.
Knowing you were what
I had wished in vain
But I would have had
to been woman enough to gain.
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