You Are Missing

Your voice. Your life. Your lips. Your smile when I
havent felt your kiss. The pain, the agony, the strain.

My joy, my triumph, I speak in vain. This house, this home, across the
plains. I would walk across the sky to see you again.

You are missing from my picture. Frame my mind by setting your sun, shine across my pain.

Distance, time, moments, hours, minutes. They cannot limit
how I can reach you. No watch, no clock, no metronome. No beat, no
line, no meter can withhold the music in silence we will speak when
we are alone. My time with you is my home. I am home.


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