You told me you loved me and I was the only one, You told me you would cherish every memory that we made, You told me I was the woman of your dreams, No other could compare. So why did your dream of us become my nightmare? Why can’t I erase the vision of you making love to her? Why do I keep reliving the nightmare of you, Whispering I love you in her ears, Telling her she was the love of your life. Now I keep wondering if she is the love of your life, Then who am I?
Author Marva Seaton 