When you love a mean woman it hurts down deep,
In the middle of the night when you find you can't sleep.
I remember those times we kissed in the park,
Covered by moonbeams and stars in the dark.
You told me you loved me and would never run away.
Though now, there's another with whom you play.
Somebody tell me what I'm doing wrong.
Somebody show me before I've waited too long.
Other women I've met, they remind me of you,
It makes me afraid of what they might do.
But life without love isn't living at all.
Everyone needs someone who waits for their call.
I thirst for a woman who will love me again;
One who needs both a husband and friend.
Dear Lord, I pray for my angel of love,
So I may fly high on the wings of a dove.
Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America
