Where is my love
I do not know
Life's incomplete
Tossing to and fro
Her eyes are focused
Somewhere in the world
Her voice may be speaking
As her story's unfurled
Someone is probably looking
Upon her sweet, pale face
Yet, she's saving her love for me
With her amazing grace
Maybe I've met her already
Maybe her acquaintance not yet met
But somewhere she sits and waits
For that day we won't forget
((October 2nd,1999))
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