By laurel ahlfeld drama_queen_ja@hotmail.com
Date: 6 August 2000
Killer
Such a dear man
He put up with teens,
Antics, hassles
And all with grace
Oh, such a dear man
And what a smile
He could melt anyone
Even that old woman
Down the street
The one who spends her days
Telling the neighbor girls
Of the pain and strife
Men bring with their flattery
What a beautiful smile
The kind that gleams
But not with intent
Just out of pure joy
And inner beauty
Oh and how pleasant he was
Treating my mother
And her friend to wine
And telling stories
Of his time in theatre
Which is the first way
To get to my heart
But he didn't do so
He only told me of his life
Without deeper meaning
Oh how pleasant
To open up without fear
Of falling in love
What a satisfaction
To know that there is
One man out there
That has now become
The kind of man I'll seek
Until the end of my days
And maybe I'll be the kind
That he has searched for too
And what a satisfaction
To know that if there is one
Then there must be others
And my, what a talker
He could keep a conversation
With the densest of life
Even the young men
Who passed me by
Without a second thought
But he would stop them
And say
"Look at those eyes,
So gorgeous and intriguing.
And that smile.
Boy, she'll be killer
When she's twenty-two"
The current guy would blush
And give me a smile
That said, "Who is this man?"
I'd just smile back
And he would begin to search
For the things this man said
My, what a talker
How I now am anxious
To turn twenty-two
And show him that I am
What he once said would be
"Killer"
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