One Love
She had plenty of lovers
But only a few true loves.
Some loves she walked away from,
Other loves walked away from her.
She had plenty of lovers
But only a few true loves.
Some of these loves she now wishes
She had back.
Some of these loves she now wishes
She had worked harder at.
She had plenty of lovers
But only a few true loves.
None of them lasted.
Her choice mostly.
She now wishes she had one back.
One love to sit with her.
One love to hold her hand.
One love to say goodbye to.
One love
To be by her side,
On this,
Her final journey.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 