She Walks Alone
She is thought of to have the sweetest kiss,
Not one you would want to miss.
Only the bluest of periwinkle could truly describe her eyes,
And her frown could make a grown man cry.
All she wants is to be in her love's arms
And to fall in love again with his charm.
Still she walks alone.
She had noone to call her own.
Now she must know how to make her life begin.
So, until their paths meet again,
The only hand she has to hold is her own.
And she walks alone.
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