Missing You

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    Missing You

    As my head lays down to rest
    and my eyes they close to sleep,
    there's a mem'ry of a beautiful girl
    that into my dreams creep

    But where is she hiding during the daylight hours?
    Where is she hiding during the dalight hour?
    A million miles of road and land sep'rates her from me
    It's love
    She is always on my mind
    interlaced with every thought
    but her absence from my arms
    seems to rip my being apart

    How can we conquer the span of a million miles?
    Can we conquer the span of a million miles?
    The calling of our distant hearts, pulling her to me
    WE're here
    The separations wrong
    She's held here in my arms
    The million miles is gone
    And everything is just as it should be.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

    TwilightDreamer’s Poems (9)

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