TAY

Not a day goes by Not an hour, not a minute Sometimes I find Every moment has you in it It's not too much I simply think of you alot I play for you, I write for you I give you all I've got I wonder if the time should come As remote as it seems Where all these thoughts would change themselves To reality from dreams And if they did Would you get tired Of hearing of my love? Would you no longer want for me To tell you something of What I think, the way I feel Of what I like of you? Or how I'll be your troubadour If you want me to? And if that dream did manifest To ever come my way At a loss for words I would not be I'd know just what to say