Another Sunday about over
I stand here alone
On the edge of tomorrow
Kissing yesterday a good-bye
Every other Sunday
Is all I have of you?
I Loved you first
Each time you leave me
I run to the cliffs
Whispering to the sea
My Love
Will he come again?
The cool winds
Drift through my hair
The Seagulls
Become my only companions
Once more
My heart again in thoughts
Question his Love for me
For
I feel my heart whispering back to me
If he Love you so
Then why not let her go
A question
He will never let you know
You might be the first
Dare she hold a key to his heart?
He
Being caught in the middle
Loving you both
Copyright 2008
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"I stand here alone on the edge of tomorrow" reflects the knowledge of one who understands such tragedies of the heart. And your title "I Loved You First" bears witness to the agony of many a wife who feels abandoned.
Debra, you have shared with us a sad but powerful and lasting work.
With respect and admiration,
Richard
love is not intended to hurt or harm, or cause pain...we sometimes need to love above our wants & needs enough to just say Good-Bye...
its hard to let go of something you want, but love comes around again in a different package, bigger & better & stronger...& Honoring
Much Love To You & Loved This Emotional Write
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
hugs
Fee
Edwin