Christopher Cook By:Joyce Ross

by Joyce Ross   Nov 24, 2012


Your voice was on the intercome when I was 16.
I went into wendys and there you were;
Bright Blue Eyes and Blond hair
How could I not see you.
We spent the night in my hotelroom.
The passion in your eyes made my problems
all go away.
As we laid there we talked the night through until we saw the morning dew
You wanted me as I wanted to be with you.
I feel inlove with you and even excepted that you had a son very young.
You lived on cooks hill road with your father until you moved in with your mother and dissapeared from sight.
The few months we had together were the best of my life.
Now my search for your lost love will never be over.

Just tell me you loved me as I loved you
So I can let you go and be free from this loss of love that consums me evey day of my life!
Why did you never say goodby, why did you have to go away...
I cried six months through
One year then two pasted
Before I dated another
In my heart you always were
and
Forever will be my lost love
I hope you will see.

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