My life sometimes creeps before me
And often stops right before my eyes.
All the things done, that have been said
Are left quiet, then left unquiet.

What to say, when words get in the way?
To share more of your life, my life, with you.
I would have been the man of your dreams,
Gently holding your hand, your heart.

07/10/1980

Posted on 03/20/2006
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