Harry J. Couchon Jr

(10 17 54 / Bronx New York)

This Bed


Lying on this lonely mattress
A desert island since you went away
I miss your breath on my back your sweet caress
Will you come home to rescue me today

Without you beside me this bed has grown
And I'm lost in all it's vastness
Your love was like none I've ever known
Now I'm alone without your tenderness

This bed's too big without you my dear
In the night I reach out but you're not there
Unable to sleep because you are not near
Dare I dream that you still care

This bed is more than the place where we slept
I each others arms till mornings light
It's a place where tender memories are kept
Of a love that was so true and so right

1998 Harry J Couchon Jr

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2008
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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