She came from afar, this beauty without a car, but she still
drove me mad, but never left me sad. All I had to do
was think about her often – more often than I cared. But
her looks never dared, even with her eyes, which you could
tell were never telling lies. Where is she now? Still in
my thoughts – always will be till my dying day or until
the sunsets in the east, even though it sets in the west,
leaving me to know that she was the best.
Poems By ken makepeace 