The elder poet

SHE COMES TO ME.

She comes to me when I\'m alone .

Her memories here it\'s never gone .

Pretty girl in blue jeans .Halter top and mood rings .

She was my first love . But not my last love .

But you are the only love that keeps coming back to me.

You have a smile that could melt my heart .

For some reaason we had to part .

But whenever you come to me .

You\'re in the skirt above the knee .

White blouse that you loved to wear .

Running fingers through your long red hair .

I\'m so glad you come to me .

Even in a memory . For when you come for just a while .

You\'re always sure to bring a smile.