As I sit at staring at my mobile phone, waiting
For the telephone to ring
I think maybe I will be lucky
A love letter maybe, the Postman will bring
A message from the one I love
As true as true can be
Just remember that special love
Begins with you and me
Always in my thoughts and on my mind
The girl I left so far behind
Whose magic smile just melts my heart?
And took my very soul right from the start
I may be so far away
In a hostile land and against the enemy
But will be home again someday
Back to your arms, don’t you see?
So as I sit and wait for the daily post
The man who drifts in like a ghost
To bring weekly joy from his mailbag
The daily wait is such a drag
But the perfume on the paper I can smell
Just goes down, so very well
Reminds me what I miss so much
Your kisses and your wonderful touch
Sometimes, when I get down, and my mind wanders
Melancholy thoughts abound
Of times together, that may have past
And why I miss you so, when you are not around
So Mr Postman, do your best
Bring me that special message that I need
From my loved one so far away
Today I hope you can get through, Oh yes, Oh yes indeed
Comments1
Letters of missing home when distant. This seems a distant write from the past in that no one sends letters anymore but rather use phone calls video meetings and texts. Well written it is nostalgic
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