The longest of days
got longer still,
with every passing moment.
Rainbows never seemed so faded,
and the sunshine....
never so distant.
The roses in the garden
drooped when I walked by,
and I heard the mighty oak
release a heavy sigh.

It's when sadness tends to encircle me,
that I want to pick up the phone and dial,
because that's when I know
that what I need...
is just to hear you smile!

12/23/2001

Posted on 12/23/2001
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