Waiting For Your Call

There has been many sunny days; Many joys my heart has known. Now I’m stuck in long nights, As I try to sleep alone. Everything you used to say, Was true and makes me cry. You’d say, “You’ll never find a love, Who’s been half so true as I! ” The last photograph we took, Still hangs along the hall. And when I want to kiss your lips, I have to kiss the picture on the wall. How I miss you dearly, And I suffer many nights of grief. I’m waiting for your call, ‘Tis my saddened heart’s relief.