Your sweet words echo in my head each day
You help me to make it through
Every time I tell you I’m happy
Well, babe, it’s because of you.
Lying in bed at night, I picture your handsome face
Beautiful eyes, your sensuous lips.
I long to feel myself wrapped in your arms,
To be given your sweet kiss.
I wish you could see the joy in my heart
The love you’ve given me
I wish you could be right here
For now and eternity.
Mere words can not express the beauty of the love that we share.
I can’t begin to write down on paper the joy of our memories -
But my love, I carry them with me everywhere.
I can still smell your scent and feel your touch.
I long to be in your arms tonight; I miss the feeling -
This physical absence of you hurts me – oh so much.
I now know what love is supposed to be.
And I offer you my eternal and most gracious gratitude -
For you show the most generous and special love to me.
On the cold nights, dear, remember our heat.
I am forever with you in heart and soul -
With all that I am, my every heartbeat.
You are the one for whom I hope and pray.
We will share this love the way we are meant to be.
We have each other, love, and we have the way.
Being here without you, I don’t know what to do.
My heart, my body, every fiber of my being, aches for you.
I don’t think tears could alleviate the pain I feel inside.
I’d miss you still, no matter how hard I cried.
Loneliness, aside from love, is perhaps the most profound emotion I’ve ever known.
And if it is the price — I’ll forever pay, for your heart to own.
It is my sincerest and most desperate plea -
When you are lonely too, please think of lonely me.
I have a loving heart and two arms for you to return to.
And as the clock (almost still) ticks to that moment, I’ll miss you.
As I watch the leaves dance in silhouette against the window from a passing car’s headlights, I think of you. I wonder why the moments in my life when I’m genuinely happy pass so quickly, while my times of loneliness and solitude seem almost neverending. The clock has become my enemy, it’s almost muted tick , a slow and menacing drumbeat in my ears. It is in these painful and disheartening moments that I realize, although I could live without (your) love, I would not want to.
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