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Not mine

By Barb Davidson

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He’s mine, but he’s not, His love, is the only thing I’ve got, I cannot share his earthly ways, So very many miles between us lay, His heart i believe belongs to me, His body, is not here you see, He lives a million miles away, But our growing love is here today. We take each day as it comes, No plans, for us, just let things run, We mustn’t try to force the powers, What comes to us will be ours. I know I feel him in my head, Lovingly i would have him in my bed, I take what’s offered, what’s given free, I give him back, what’s asked of me. He knows I care for him, i've made that plain, His ways have told me he feels the same,  It may not happen but we will see, For in his arms I’m meant to be. I lie here resting, deep in thought, Sleepless, But certain, my heart is caught, We cannot alter our future or past, We’ll never know how long, these things will last. So when he wakes, he will surely know, That surrounding, him, my love will show, For I have circled him with light, I’ve willed it there by day and night.To my chum...Give and take love wherever you can, however you can... Written April 17th, 2002 © on Jun 01 2002 08:50 AM PST    0 • 8

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