Not The Same
(Dedicated to David Griffin) I call you everyday, Just to hear you speak, Just to hear you say, Those words I love to hear. It's never going to be the same, As talking to you in person, And hearing "I love you" by my name, Or having you hold me close. I walked three miles with you, And I was just content holding, Holding hands, oh what can I do, When it's you I'm dying to see? I yearn to have you hold me, Close, but gently, still, And I want you to see, How much I really love you. I call you everyday, And we talk, as always, And I'll love you all day, But it's not the same as seeing you. Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 08:48 AM PST, Jennifer 18 • 0 • 8
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"(Dedicated to David Griffin)..."