And then one day I fell in
I looked up to two silver doves
Flying high in the sky above,
And I said to myself:
"With a flick of the wrist and the flash of a smile
He could have any girl—at least for a while,
He's got the charm and he's got the style,
Why would he want me?"
My dear friend, she just laughed,
Gone from her voice the ice-cold iron shaft,
She patted my back and with certain craft,
My friend, she said, "Why not?"
Author's Notes: I wrote this a loooooooooong time ago and I just found it. ^_^ I'm surprised, but glad that it's anywhere near the levels of my later works (you wouldn't believe how much my style has changed in the past year or two). It's about a friend of mine (Dedra, if you couldn't guess already), who was a great support to me in recent years (before I moved), even if she never knew it. She can't read this on FF.net since she doesn't have an Internet connection, but I'd appreciate any comments from anyone who can just as well. =) Thanks for reading! ~MJ