Elvis, I loved you tenderly
The way you loved me
Through music and bubblegum cards
Ed Sullivan, waist up, your pouty lips on t.v.
Your hair, your eyes, so sexy to see
Still too young to know what it meant to me
The way you moved, the way you swayed
Before I went to sleep I always prayed
Dear God, let me marry Elvis, so sexy to see
But he picked Priscilla instead of me.
Dear Elvis, I forgive you
For not noticing me.
(© Diane Morinich, 2012)
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