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Rita

by

Mark L'ecuyer

All my life I have been looking for a girl like Rita,
even though I didn't know exactly what I needed.
you see, to me, love is something never known,
only pain is what I,ve been shown.

Sure at times, in the past, I thought I saw the light,
but only to realize that those relationships just were'nt right.
girls have come and girls have gone,
but women like Rita never stay around to long.

Then one miraculous day a near saint appeared in my life,
a women that any man would certainly want to make his wife.
At first things were wonderful, fun and new,
until greedy me started thinking of other things to do.

I wandered and I squandered and I really did the dumbest of things,
and my near saint did nothing but wait, with love, and hope that I would straighten out my mood swings.
Until that fateful day, when even a near saint has to wander,
for you see, it was me, who placed her in the arms of another.

And who can blame my lovely near saint for moving on and finally finding happiness in her life,
But you see as I already mentioned, any man would certainly want her for his wife.
I know way down deep in my heart that this near saint deserves each and every little smile she gives and receives.
Even though it's not me who is there to share them, and all I can do is grieve.

So now I wait and hope that my near saint will grant me one last chance,
because all this love , that I have, I don't want to use for any other romance.
I am finally coming to terms with my life,
and I want to be that man who makes her a wife.

I can only hope and pray, that my lovely near saint one day, will say yes when I ask for her hand,
even though, I know, I dug my own grave, far to deep in the sand.
There's only one thought I have left for there's nothing more I can do,
but to tell you, Rita, my near saint, that for now, always and forever,
I love you.