As I sit and think of you
and how far you are away
it makes me feel a little blue
to know I can\'t touch you in any physical way
I long for the warm touch of your hand
i want to gently stroke and place a flower in your hair
as we talk and walk in the sands of your land
and hear you laugh without a care
I want to make you laugh
i want to make you cry
but never tears of pain and sorrow
always and only tears of joy
You make me want to love myself
something I have lacked
my life is scattered on a shelf
you make me want to make a glorious comeback.
Written by;W.J.G.🕊