I wake, and see your beautiful face

Before me, in silent somber sleeping.

My mind is but a trace

Of all that I have known.

I love you more than I could ever say

As I glimpse you sleeping sweetly in my arms.

The words simply get in the way,

I love you more each and every day.

09/27/1988

Author's Note: ... old stuff... I remember penning this some twenty odd years ago....

Posted on 10/21/2008
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