Training hard for a gold medal, only to win a bronze.
Would this be my plight in life?
My well had surely ran dry, but then I met her, my Beloved.
You turned my cloudy days into sunny days with your smile.
I thought I had been in love once or twice before I met my Beloved.
Seemed I was just thinking with the wrong head.
When the clay starts to dry and your glory starts to fade.
I will gaze into your eyes think about the first time we met.
My Beloved this was a special day.
Posted in class last week....
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