Your Words
I read your many written words today
My mind was pulled to then
The many, lovely days we played
I wish for them again
I had to go, had much to do
A focused mind to hone
But, now I stop to think of you
And the love to which you’re prone
You may not wish to speak to me
Or then again, you might
I only wish that you could see
Your words bring me delight
So, I’ll read your words again tomorrow
And for every day there after
You’ll always chase away my sorrow
By filling my days with laughter
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