Missing You - Poem by Sylvia Fourness
I'm lying here in my bed,
wishing that I could be in your arms,
Hoping that I could look deep into your eyes,
and run my fingers thought your hais,
as i whisper 'I love you.'
It has only been two days,
since I saw you last,
But the thought that you'll be gone for there more,
make it seem like eternity.
I lay here and dream,
of us walking in the park,
hand and hand,
kissing that our love for eachother will never end.
Now I know,
how someone can became complete.
When you're not here,
I know taht I need you so much,
and for the rest of my life.
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