Face to the sun
Breeze in my hair
Toes in the sand
Waves lap at them
All I can think
About is you
Thinkin' about what has been
And what could have been
Thinkin' about what could be
Thinkin'; so much life to live
Thinkin' about the loves let go
Or driven away
None of them the one though
Thinkin' about you
The one that got away
If only you had loved me
As I loved you
Still love you
Could you have loved me
Had we but world enough and time?
Sometimes wonder if God
Punished me by sendin' me you
How ironic to hear the words
I said come back to haunt me;
I want you, I need you
But I cannot love you
Face to the sun
Breeze in my hair
Boots in the stirrups
Snow flies at them
All I can think
About is you
© Cowboy Coleridge
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