In the endless hours,
When the sun has gone,
Thoughts of you devour my mind.
I'm floating in a deep abyss,
Of many moments left behind.
Gentle whispers in the breeze,
Take me to your arms again,
Fragments of a broken heart,
Combine to make me whole and then,
I see your face appear to me,
As if you'd never gone away,
The one so very dear to me,
Don't leave me now,
Why don't you stay?
Jayne Louise Davies
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