To Whom it May Concern

01/26/02

                    
                  When I saw a shooting star high above
                  the sky I made a little wish tonight.
                  I did not wish for money just true love.
                  Her love is deep and time-tested, not trite.

                  Her love is passionate and unyielding.                
                  She will never leave me for another,
                  for she is my Queen and I am her king.
                  She's my everything when we're together.

                  Will I ever find her only God knows.
                  If only she could see how my heart aches,
                  cuts like a knife with each day the pain grows.
                  But I'll find her no matter what it takes.

                     This sonnet's for you whoever you are.
                     I'll see you in my dreams under the stars.

                                                           
                                      Copyright © 2002 R.H. Young