IT'S YOU

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  • Lost Love

    IT'S YOU

    WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU
    IT ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE
    AND THEN I FEEL THE LONELINESS
    OF NOT SEEING YOU IN AWHILE
    I REMEMBER THE SILLY THINGS
    WE OFTEN SAY AND DO
    THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL
    NOONE ELSE COULD EVER DO
    MY HEART ACHES WHEN WE'RE APART
    THE NIGHTS ARE SO LONELY
    THE DAYS ARE SO BLUE
    AND ALL I CAN THINK OF
    IS WANTING TO BE WITH YOU
    I SEE THE WAY I WISH
    THINGS COULD BE
    YOU LYING HERE NEXT TO ME
    I NEED TO FEEL YOUR TENDER TOUCH
    SEE YOU'RE SMILE I LOVE SO MUCH
    AND ALL THE LITTLE THINGS
    YOU SAY AND DO
    THEY'RE ALL A PART OF SOMEONE SPECIAL
    IT'S YOU

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    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.

    chichette’s Poems (15)

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    WALK THROUGH MY MIND 2
    BROTHER 2
    FAR AWAY LOVE 0
    OLD HOME PLACE 0
    WOMAN ALONE 0
    IN A HOMELESS EYE 0
    A CHILD'S WORLD 0
    DRUGS 0
    YOU AND I 0
    DADDY 2
    REMEMBER ME 0
    IT'S YOU 0
    ROSEBUD 0
    THE GARDEN 0
    THE GARDEN 0