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
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
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
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