I Stand Before Your Grave But You'Re Not Here

I was standing alone Just above to the side of the grave where she lay Thinking thought so no mercy abundance Children we raised It was a glimmer of hope That all our memories that I have of you of her would not fade Away Oh how I miss Miss I the statue of her height Ooh, oh I miss I the look in her eyes Oh how I miss I her plump lips Miss I all that I miss I so miss her conscience Oh how I miss I this circumference of her chest Oh how I miss I the beauty of her bliss Oh how I miss I the texture of her touch Oh I miss I the beauty of her heart Oh I miss I to touch of her skin Oh I miss I the first time we began Oh I miss I to stare they those brown eyes glance Miss I of the first meeting by chance Awe and wonders I the 35 years of knowing, of acquaintance of courtship of marriage this I do miss Missing I these those subtle disagreements To array the slimmer of fights verbal disagreements To later reconciliating in the spooning cuddling In the nights miss that I missing I the spoken word Shutter I miss the aromatic smell of your heart surge O how I miss I that the way you write you're cursing writing text Beyond this and that I miss the sound of your voice as I stand here alive above the grave site Down below the grasses the dirt the turf 6 ft away below In a casket it's just your remains but alas it's not true Inside this coffin not you you're not here/there Forever darling you're beautiful soul is in heaven, forevermore away O' and yes got took His daughter back home, won't lie still it hurts, you see I am a man who TRULY LOVED BEING GODLY MARRIED... DEDICATED TO MY WIFE CARMEN LEE BROWN LEE SUNRISE1954---SUNSET 2018 WRITTEN BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR © 2021 3/27/21