You have but to call my name,
and I find my way home to you again,
Make but a gesture and I will attend,
to no less than make magic happen,
no less are miracles set before you,
no less the impossible made real.
You are so beautiful to me in ways you can't know,
made for me to love in ways I can't express,
made such a wonder that we both have to admit,
made to keep each other in ways we must not forget.
I need you so much each and every day,
that apart from you I wither that much more,
away from your touch I loose so much of my heart,
only to be brought back again when you return.
I miss you so much my love,
that it is the death of each day,
without you in it.
Posted by rings/rose2
at 5:54 PM
Updated: Thursday, 8 July 2004 6:05 PM
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Updated: Thursday, 8 July 2004 6:05 PM
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