N'er will I forget the day
you said that you were leaving.
Now that you are really gone,
it's always you I'm seeing.

In the morning sunrise
its you in radiance beaming;
In every ruby rose
your pure deep love is blooming;

In every happy smile
your pretty face there grinning;
In the songs of every bird
you set my heart to singing;

In every thoughtful act
your caring touch receiving.
And when its time to say good night
It's your kiss I'm missing.

In these I see you every day
and know its you I missing,
and yearningly await the day
of my heart's love returning.

©2013 Michael S. Davis