Separated
Arriving on a late flight
I'd hurry to your bed,
with tears blurring my sight,
to meet the flower of my life.
Paralyzed i would wait,
to see the blossom of your eyes.
So far, i can only imagine
what it would be like
to walk in the radiant sunshine
with your hand in mine.
You haven't been here long,
yet i'm a captive of your heart.
By myself for so long,
then you came along.
Even though im not at your side,
we're united and never alone.
Although your father isn't there,
you'll never lack that kind of love.
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