by Christopher Fulkerson

I never spoke with Maria of trust
She said her life was one of rage and lust
The time with her was filled with poetry
She played the Abyssinian Maid for me
She took me up to her balcony
And she laughed when she danced with me.

She had an easy way of getting along
When I was like the devil she said "Write me a song"
A wild dove flew right up to her door
He was a miracle she called "Amor"
When we made love she would say that word
Guess she was thinking of the bird.

I tell myself I will never love
It's prob'ly true but I remember the dove
I see it where it's on a windowsill Maria
Gave me magic horses it's a myst'ry still
I'll never tell you how she changed my world
She was Maria my Italian girl.

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c Copyright 2009 by Christopher Fulkerson. All rights reserved.

First posted 3/15/2011

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