It's not me....
It's that girl, this girl, and the girl over there.
Love keeps passing me by.
I pray and make a list.
I have talks with the evangelist....
But Love keeps passing me by.
Stay true to my virtue and values.
Always have hope and don't sing the wedding blues.
Yet Love keeps passing me by.
I see the bells, the rings, and flowers,
The dresses, the cake, and the columns that tower.
Is it me?
No.......
It's not me...
It's the friend, a cousin, a stranger, or ex-lover.
Love keeps passing me by.
Written By: A. Stinson
Sad but a beautiful poem. One day it will be you.
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