Tell Them
The number of times I think of you each day
Is immeasurable, my sweet sweet love
It's like trying to count the stars in the sky each night
Just know this my love, you are the reason I exist
Why I breathe, why I wake each morn with gladness in my heart
Joy in my soul, I have a serenity I've never before experienced
Words don't do justice for this feeling of love
This feeling of utter passion that's invaded my heart and soul
Oh joy, oh joy, what greater thrill
If I was to meet my maker tomorrow
I can honestly say, I have loved and been loved
After all is said and done, what greater thrill in life is there
Everything else is superficial
Because what you'll remember for when your number is called
Are those dear souls who enriched your life
Who gave you a feeling of belonging
Who gave you a reason for it all
There may be many but those with the greatest impact are few
And you'll be remembered until your dying day
So while you still can... TELL THEM!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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