Missing You1 min read

Life Poetry Writing
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As gentle as the morning sun
I remember your touch
You laughter and beauty haunt my dreams
In the morning I sigh, as I think of you
My days are filled with dreams of you and our so brief moments together

Before I lay myself to sleep and as I wake to the morning
I am welcomed to a new day with your beauty as only a picture may capture
A week or more I spent in blue as my inner self was remembering you
Remembering you, unknowingly as I mechanically trudge through “this”
With all of this said remember I am thinking of only you

James O’Neill, January 2, 2003

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