Missing her
Why is it that I love her, no words could ever say, why is it that I love her and she's on my mind both night and day. Oh, how I miss her so, no one will ever know. No one but me, this is my fear, is the way that it will be, because, only God knows how I do miss her, please bring her love to me. To gaze upon her beauty, and hold her in my heart, until that day my arms, her love does fill. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 12:27 AM PST 0 • 12
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