The Girl

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There once was a girl,

All tiny and shy;

Happy in all,

She never had to cry.

Small, but big,

All strong and bold;

Always helping others,

With a heart of gold.

From hope, prayers,

And help from above;

The girl searched,

Until she fell in love.

Faithful and true,

She honored her man;

Loving and caring,

For the ring on her hand.

As time went on,

The dark clouds came;

And the love she had,

Didn’t feel the same.

Scared to death,

Of the love she had lost;

Angry and confused,

She had long paid the cost.

Hurting deep down,

And long withdrawn;

She cried all night,

And sometimes until dawn.

She searched for answers,

In every way;

By living her life,

From day to day.

The clouds were gone,

And winter became spring;

And the girl had hope,

Of what summer would bring.

After all was done,

And all she’d been through;

The love she’d lost,

Had become brand new.

~ Gary R. Ferris

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Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. ~ Zora Neale Hurston