You told me that your name was Maria,
And that you came
From the Netherlands,
But you looked more like a Latina,
With flowing dark hair, maybe a natural tan,
*
I was in love,
So much in love,
But I let love pass me by,
All through my life,
So much of my life, I have let love pass me by.
*
You left me with a casual ‘I’ll see you’,
But I looked for you
All over London town,
It’s as if I had been paralysed with fear,
Did I see you on the underground?
*
I was in love,
So much in love,
But I let love pass me by,
All through my life,
So much of my life, I have let love pass me by.
Share:
Most of your work seems to center around the pain of regret…well crafted here
Thank you, Gregory, it is a major source of inspiration, it’s true.