She never forgot the little boy whose big brown eyes
Shined with wonderment
Looking through the eyes of innocence
Wishing, dreaming, hopeful
Later in life she would hear of the
Troubles that followed him around
Two souls created him
He was Tarzan and she was his Jane
They loved him but destroyed him
But there was one to always hold his hand
And now he’s an angel in someone’s dreams
Together the three of them rest with the
Others that have fallen asleep
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