Friday, January 23, 2009

A love poem indeed

It's perfect, and touches me deep First thing in the morning, when I hear you speak And last thing at night as you bid me sweet dreams The brush of your lips lets me know what you mean And all of the hours that pass through the day Those spent together and when you're away I think of you always, imagine your touch Think how to show you, I love you so much So when we're apart, and you long for me near Just try to remember, you're already here For deep in my heart, where no one can see You'll be forever, together we'll be

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