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I found her wandering
In the wilderness.
What was left of her life,
Was a total mess.
She wasn't alone
In her fancy home,
There were three kids
A cat, a dog. And a telephone.
She'd walk by the river
Where in the cold she'd shiver,
But being close to the earth
Was part of her re-birth.
To me she was very angelic,
She was looking for some real magic.
In our backgrounds was an airstrip,
This is what started us, on our friendship.
Over rice pudding from "Just Dessert".
I tried so hard to make her convert.
For over an hour, we talked endlessly.
I knew that I loved her, instantly.
All that was between us
Was lost time and him.
Our future together, looked a bit dim.
But together we ventured out on a limb.
Her true love was being an artist
But this talent, was not just her best,
On paper white, she could excite
With lines of words, the mind she'd invite.
There were years of sad abuse,
Through it all she kept her values.
From her he failed to extol,
For she hung on tightly, to her soul.
She tried to forget his atrocities,
As she built new memories.
But in her way, was her religion,
Her neighbourhood was full of contrition.
As a teacher she could educate,
Me to become her perfect mate.
But time was not on our side,
Her past was yet to be pacified.
Perhaps one day out of the mess
Another chance I'll have, for her to impress,
To take away her worries and stress,
As I lead her out of the wilderness.
Written for Kath, my one true love
By Alan MacLeod, October 13th, 1999.
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