Whenever I try to settle down in some place,
The first thing I remember is her pretty face.
When shall I see her again
Is she somewhere near?
Where in the whole world is she?
Will fate ever again make her meet me?
I tried to tell her that I love her,
Tried to show I want her,
But I could not do it well enough,
And now her pretty face haunts me,
Wherever I go.
So I just left her behind with the rest of my past
And lie there as long as our lifetimes last.
But if I ever meet her again someday,
‘Love you still’ I’ll surely say.
Loved you I certainly have
But I was forced to leave you
Forced by none other than you
Forced to turn myself away to some place
Where never again I would find your pretty face. |
Submission Name: Her Pretty Face
