By Damien Knight

How lonely is my existence
How tragic my utter misery
That I wake so early with hope
And she still is not there for me

I miss her voice like sweet tea
Her lips curved in perfect smile
Her eyes like the stormy sea
I want to hold her close forever

I have feared she’d leave me
I would be alone it’s true
But these months had been heaven
I wonder if she’s got a clue?

I love her, miss her and want her
She’s my tide, my stars, my moon
I eagerly wait to be together
I hope it’s someday soon!

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