Deirdre gave me hope,
was she who gave me dreams.
But Deirdre's cold fickle heart
is never what it seems.
Deirdre with skin so fair
and eyes as blue as the sea
accepted all of my charms
yet made no promises to me.
Perhaps I dreamed too much
for Deirdre was so exciting
and I set my hopes too high
for Deirdre was so inviting.
But Deirdre's cold fickle heart
never being what it seems
waved a cheerful goodbye
and crushed all my dreams.
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Author:
James Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2021 10:41
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Deirdre sounds like she too much for one man.
The 'Deirdre' in your life will be there for you James and you will know for certain that all will be wonderful.
Andy
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