Sunday, December 13, 2015

Incomplete




You’re the thought that starts each day
You’re the thought that end my day as well
Every time I hear your name
I seem to be in a different place
A place of love and passion
A place of joy and happiness
Not a day goes by that I don’t
Think of you and our special place.

As the days pass me by
Little things make me think of you
You seem to be in everything
I see and do
I pretend I don’t love you
I pretend I don’t care
But I only know the truth
And it in the place we share.

Not a day goes by that
Your face I don’t see
Not a day goes by that
I don’t long to hear your voice
Not a day goes by that
I don’t miss your loving embrace
Not a day goes by that
My life seem to be incomplete with you.

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