^ ^ ^ A Change of Heart ^^^
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He was so smart, a high tech guy, a self-made man in suit and tie
Proud to be classed an intellect, his ring of friends were all select
When he saw her standing there, a second glance he did not spare
For she was not his type at all, long dark hair, nought which he cared
She sold roses in her hands, gay coloured bouquets in satin bands
His world was glamor's shining lights, rolling dice on gambling nights
Golden blondes and fast sports car, travels made to countries far
Something in her look remained, in his heart, caused an internal war
His vivid past flashed before his eyes, a barefoot boy who's dreams did dare
To take him away from his counry home of wooden floors and rooms so bare
A poor lad who sold his father's meat every day on the village streets
As he continued his flashy style, the tiny girl he oft' would meet
Until his conscience took control and down the hill his pride did roll
Gone was his haunty big-shot airs and all his frozen icy glares
Her haggard face grabbed at his heart, tore his fool's conscience apart
She brought him back to his old roots, made him think back to his start
From that day on he made amends and had a sudden change of heart
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