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Come the Morrow
(I Miss Thee Terribly)

My darling little baby
I miss thee terribly
I cannot release you
From these thoughts of mine
I having been writing more and more
As the minutes turn hours, turn days
You inspire me
Though we
May not be together in body
My eyes wish only to be affixed
Upon your figure

Rest thee sweetly
Fret thee never
Young angel of mine
I shall see you come the morrow
You shall find yourself comforted
Within my tender embrace
And without a care in the world

Never forget
That I love you
Dwell not on thoughts of forgetfulness
For these eyes hold vision
Only for your divinity
And these eyes will see thee
Come the morrow

Chris Kirby
6:16 PM