To Bruno --
He stood with bowed head HIs soul was so low He mourned for the loss of his
lover The night was so dark The future looked bleak He thought he would never
recover
He woke up each dawn And dragged through each day And suffered through each
lonely night He felt so depressed So sad and alone He thought life could never
be right
Then one sunny The sky was so blue And sunbeams were gilding the air He
happened to glance at A passing young lass And noticed her shiney gold hair
And later that day While taking a stroll A young girl was smiling at him A
pretty young thing With sparkling green eyes Soft lips and a sweet dimpled chin
And day after day He started to notice A face, a sweet smile, a bright eye
Of hundreds of women He met all around At work or when just passing by
One woman was graceful One lady refined And one was slender and tall One
woman would wink Another would chat Another would ask him to call
Oh, handsome young man With such a bright mind And the sensitive soul of a
poet The women out there Are now standing in line To meet you, to love you -- I
know it!
Jacella - ooc