Andrew D Robertson

(March 25,1986 / Orange, California)

My Love


Twenty years or more ago
When I was just a boy,
You came to me in a dream
And filled my heart with joy.

You made me laugh.
You made me cry.
All in all,
Time past me by.

I traveled around the world
Seeking for my sweet dove.
I searched in vain since time began,
But you were here all along, my love.

I love you more and more
Each and every day.
The very thought of you
Just brightens up my day.

Each time I close my eyes,
I see you up above.
Each time I see you,
I see my only love!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 07, 2010

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  • Richard D. Remler (4/27/2010 12:44:00 AM)

    I kind of thought the first version with the 'A thousand years or more ago when I was just a boy, ' was a bit more comical and entertaining, but this rewrite is pretty good too. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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