Till The End Of Time
I miss you in the morningBut i miss you most at night
To feel your loving arms around me
Holding me so tight.
I want to feel your tender lips
Pressed softly over mine
I love you more than words can say
And till the end of time.
Till The End Of Time
I miss you in the morningHampton commented on Till The End Of Time
06-16-2009
HarverTomsson commented on Till The End Of Time
06-09-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Till The End Of Time | 2 | 06/09/2009 |
All Eternity | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
The River | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
So Close,So Far Away | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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