My pride and ego are battered and bruised,
Sometimes at night I still miss you,
With something new just around the bend,
I can't wait to find love again.
Dreams and memories still run through my head,
These are thing we just can't mend.
Through it some time my heard will heal,
I open myself to what is real.
With a smile I walk through a field,
Regaining my hope like a shield,
As flowers grow and the season passes,
I may dance with several lasses,
I think how many guys I will meet,
Who just can't ignite that flame,
Most men are all the same.
Don't take you time,
Let's rush this is only a fevered lust!
