I hear him calling Desiree
in the wind and in the waves
the white caps kiss the memory
of the old romantic days
if wishes were like horses
I'd come ridin home
but I learned to much from cowboys
so I guess I'll always roam
I really would have liked
to stay there by his side
but whiskey wine and women
were his ticket for my ride
Desiree
Sometimes we all move ahead with our lives and our plans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
