I do, dear I do..

I do, dear I do..

1- She told me. I don’t hate you. I dislike love now and her eyes filled with sorrow. She whispered.

Love is for the lucky. You and I. We are not the lucky.

2- I whispered to her. My hands in her auburn hair. I do, dear I do.

I told a Beautiful Scottish  gal once. I want to kiss a Scottish girl,

I want to dance near the sea with you my dear Sheena.

I would trade away all my glory for just one kiss,

I would give away my sadness for one slow dance.

I do, dear I do. I pray a Scottish gal would love me too.

Dancing Coyote