Thinking.
I can not say you name,
that would give away the game.
Every day im thinking of you,
in every thing I do.
I don't know if its right,
I have not got the will to fight.
All I know is this,
when I see you it is bliss.
You ask me why I am so nice to you,
if you don't know Im not telling you.
I savior every day,
come what may.
I also care about you,
am I wrong for loving you,
and when your home,
then don't forget to phone,
remember you are never alone.
There is some one over here,
who thinks about you dear.
Copyright © Carl Dunford | Year Posted 2008
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