She came into my life by pure accident
\nTime on MyYearbook I had never spent
\nBut by a twist of fate I had go to the site
\nSomething inside of me told me it\u2019s right.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s said love comes along when you\u2019re not looking
\nMaybe it\u2019s just a matter of being more willing?
\nNo matter. the point is she found me by chance
\nHow it all got started was pure circumstance.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t get me wrong, but it wasn\u2019t right away
\nShe was a friend of a friend I met that day
\nWho told me married was she,
\nSo no thoughts of together we\u2019d be.<\/p>\n
Her friend cut me off quick, for no obvious reason
\nI guessed she was one of those friends for a season
\nBut her friend stuck with me and tried to explain
\nThat she had some \u201cissues\u201d and might come again.<\/p>\n
The more we talked the more I liked her
\nMaybe it was going to be her that I prefer?
\nBut I blew it with those fateful words, I knew
\n\u201cOh, no, I don\u2019t want to sleep with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
No words have I ever uttered in my life
\nFor me they are going to cause much strife
\nYou see, some women can forgive and forget
\nOthers, like her? Remember forever? You bet!<\/p>\n
The hours flew by, texting and talking all day
\nI knew she was getting to me in her special way
\nBut I\u2019ve been hurt before so I held back a bit
\nThat brick wall of sorrow I\u2019d rather not hit.<\/p>\n
Then came the day we would actually meet
\nWas this real? My excitement couldn\u2019t be beat.
\nBut nervous was I what she\u2019d think of me
\nWould she still want me and together we\u2019d be?<\/p>\n
My heart raced. My pulse quickened. She was so near!
\nHow do I act? What do I say? God, filled with such fear!
\nBut the van door was open and I could see her there
\nMy first thought was to just stop and just stare<\/p>\n
She was a vision, more than I had ever dreamed
\nA first meeting is always scary, yet it seemed
\nIn an instant we were comfortable with each other
\nIn the same instant I knew I\u2019d not want another<\/p>\n
She has insisted on a hug and a kiss when we met
\nBut I thought this was rushing a bit, and yet
\nHere was this incredible woman in front of me
\nHow could I resist? I knew perfect it would be.<\/p>\n
She hugged me tight and wouldn\u2019t let go
\nRight then and there we both seemed to know
\nThat this was the start of something great
\nTo have met each other before it\u2019s too late.<\/p>\n
That day we spent was the best of my life
\nFirst time I thought again about taking a wife
\nWe held hands from the start; it felt so right
\nI was almost speechless and knew she might<\/p>\n
Actually be the girl of my dreams here right now
\nMy mind was racing, just thinking about how
\nI would keep her forever and yet I knew
\nShe\u2019s still married and not a lot I can do<\/p>\n
She has a life, a family, friends and a career
\nIt wouldn\u2019t matter how much I held her dear
\nAll she got with me was someone who would care
\nTo suggest much more than this I did not dare.
\nMy caution told me that as the day went by
\nShe could not be so perfect and I\u2019d learn why
\nThis was not my dream girl in that special way
\nShe would do something or surely she\u2019d say<\/p>\n
What would for me be a sign to run
\nBut all that happened is we had more fun
\nEvery minute got better as the day wore on
\nEven God was smiling on us as the sun shone.<\/p>\n
The day was hot and humid as Hades, beyond belief
\nWe should have sought shelter to get some relief
\nBut we stood in the blazing sun, my arms round her
\nNever ever letting her go was what I\u2019d prefer.<\/p>\n
To the bar we went, for some food I thought
\nBut liquid nourishment was all that I got.
\nAs we sipped and talked things got frisky
\nI knew we\u2019d better leave or it would get risky.<\/p>\n
My hands were under her skirt, sneaking up just a bit
\nIf I went much further, the guys all watching, she\u2019d have a fit
\nWe knew where this was going; we had to get somewhere
\nOur lust was too obvious; they were beginning to stare.<\/p>\n
The little park in Churchville was all I could think about
\nBut would it be private e enough? I had more than one doubt.
\nLike silly teenagers we were dying to get at each other
\nIt might have been a ten minute drive, but what a bother!<\/p>\n
\u201cTake it slow\u201d, I said to myself, or afraid she\u2019ll be
\nBut I sensed she was as anxious as me
\nWe went down by the river and the towels were laid
\nWhich is exactly what I was thinking, I\u2019m afraid<\/p>\n
She said \u201coff with my hat and throw away the gum\u201d
\n\u201cNo problem\u201d, said I \u201cLook out here I come!\u201d
\nWhat happened next you\u2019ll have to ask her
\nBecause staying private I know she\u2019d prefer.<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s leave it that the \u201criver\u201d is special \u2018til the day we die,
\nBut in a million years you\u2019ll not find out why.<\/p>\n
Sometimes it seems like all we ever do is text
\nBoth of us wondering what will come next
\nNeither one of us knows what it will take
\nTo be together so I life we can make.<\/p>\n
But hope springs eternal they say
\nSo I pray that someday we will find a way.<\/p>\n
To the love of my life, my BabyGirl.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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