by Travis Hewitt - travhewt71@netscape.net October 2004
I saw you in a crowd room, Hair of blonde, eyes of hazel, I fell in love that nite and dream of the day I hold you tight, and kiss yours lips, My love was true, I trusted my heart to you, and felt nothing in return, What started as a burning flame of desire is now just and dying amber of despair, but I will find my dream it may not be you but I will love again.
Written For Rusty J.