Her Wallet

She told me that I was her boyfriend Love messages to me she would always send, She satisfied me as if she were my Mrs With hugs and with her gentle kisses. When she was hungry we went out to eat Of course it was always my happy treat, And in her kitchen it was never bare Because, I always made sure that she had food there. Whenever she needed fuel for her automobile With gas in her tank I would always fill, And whenever she ever needed a ride I'd pick her up and take her wherever she wanted with pride. Whenever she wanted her hair done She always asked me to take her to the beauty salon, And I never got angry or ever upset When she asked me to pay that debt. New clothes for her I would always buy Because, I hated to see her depressed or cry, And I would always treat her good Treated her lovingly as every man should. She told me constantly how much that she loved me But, I was the only who could hear or see, Then she told me not to tell anyone about us Because, she didn't want no one to make a fuss. She is not with me anymore Though she enriched my spirit by making me poor, But, no matter how you look at it or how you call it I wasn't her boyfriend, I was just her wallet. Randy L. McClave