VOL. XVI, NO. 11

By KELLY CAVANAUGH

Like the symbol of a dove
Between us it is love.
I've the words she couldn't find
Now you must make up your mind.

To me, you're the most and still are,
Because of her the gap runs far.
Worries are expressed w it h tears;
She'll get you; those are my fears.

So much was ours alone.
Waiting my love has grown.
In  me is the strongest feeling;
Now my heart should be healing.

You've made up yours and I mine.
Friends we'll be, that will be fine.
I love you and I always will.
But with me you've had your fill.