When I Think Of You Poem by LaRon Green Sr.

WHEN I FEEL LONELY, I PHONE HOME TO YOU
YOU THE REASON I BREATHE NOW, I HEAR THE BEAT FROM THE DRUMMER
CAN WE GO OUT OF TOWN IN MY HUMMER FOR THE SUMMER MONTHS
IN THE COMFORT OF EACH OTHER ARMS
WE BOTH MOANING AND GROANING TO THE FUN WE SEE
EACH OTHER, WE WORK ON A DEGREE OF SILENCE, KISSING AND MAKING LOVE
IN THE BACK SEAT, DID WE, I THOUGHT
IT WAS ALL A DREAM, I CRIED
JUST WHEN I THINK OF YOU
YOU REPLIED, I AM THINK OF YOU