Wake, filled with thoughts of you
Your picture and the memories
Of evenings which we spent
In our yesterdays
Have left me in turmoil
Sweet, incomparable Muse,
What an effect you have;
Have not spent a day
Without lovin' you;
Have not spent a night
Without embracin' you;
Have not so much as had one thought,
Without cursin' the fates which forced me
Apart from the movin' spirit of my life
In the midst of my day, whether
I am workin' cattle or ridin' fences,
Whether I am readin' or writin'
My Muse stands alone in my dreams,
Occupies my mind, fills my thoughts
If only you filled my arms instead
Copyright 2013 Cowboy Coleridge
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