TAY
Not a day goes by
Not an hour, not a minute
Sometimes I find
Every moment has you in it
It's not too much
I simply think of you alot
I play for you, I write for you
I give you all I've got
I wonder if the time should come
As remote as it seems
Where all these thoughts would change themselves
To reality from dreams
And if they did
Would you get tired
Of hearing of my love?
Would you no longer want for me
To tell you something of
What I think, the way I feel
Of what I like of you?
Or how I'll be your troubadour
If you want me to?
And if that dream did manifest
To ever come my way
At a loss for words I would not be
I'd know just what to say
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