I Know.
I could miss you often in a thousand little ways
Sitting at the window watching hours go by for days
Wait for me until you see that warmth is love inside
A love that grows for the one that knows the best is not to hide
Copyright © Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton | Year Posted 2006
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