She was a beauty,

a goddess of love.

Holding out her hand,

with the sign of a dove.

She wanted peace,

we had a fight.

Now we were talking again,

we had seen the light.

I am sorry,

we had both said.

We were not thinking,

not right in the head.

Kissing and holding,

trying to make up.

Trying to avoid the worst,

not wanting to breakup.

I missed her dearly,

as I hope she had missed me.

I wish I didn’t say those words,

why couldn’t I have let things be.

We are back,

mending things together

Hoping we can be,

close together forever.

She is a beauty,

a goddess of love.

She is someone,

I can never get enough of.