Roaming the fields of love
With his Heart in a dark glove
He saw from a far distance
A creature with perfect appearance

This creature was rather perfect
It hit like a storybook affect
She gazed the hallway
With some sort of allay

Her presence to him felt affray
Like some sort of aggressive lay
It felt like an ever winding journey through the blear
So far away from here,
Yet trying to draw them near

He came close asked her name with a delay of response; she smiled and said: Tabitha is mine name.
With a look of satisfaction on his face
He smiled and murmured to himself "Little Girl"

And there they both knew
It was meant to be
Or was it?
He gave her flowers everyday
But;
She picked all the pedals off of all the flowers
But in her heart;
She knew he loved her
Or did he?
_Debbie Doll