I see your picture drapped in lace
I wipe the tears from my face
I remember how it use to be
When you were here with me
We would always laugh and smile
Toward the end I know I was in denial
Then one day when I came by
I could see your mother cry
Through tear stained cheeks
With a voice that could hardly speak
She told me that you were called home
I lost the best love I've ever known
Now I look at your picture every day
I think to myself and I say
Sometimes I think you're here with me
Even though it's you I cannot see
But I know when my time on earth is through
I'll be so ready to be back with you
9-3-06/RJH
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