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I hear you on the night wind calling softly out my name. You speak to me with gentle breeze I'm a moth and you're the flame. Gentle on the velvet of the carpet of the land. Your lovely presence comes to me and you take me by the hand. You lead me to the hidden place where we children go to play. You teach me to let go the world and let my spirit drift away. Eagerly I follow you into this golden light. Into this lovely world we run, our future shining bright. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I Miss You | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I miss your smile. I miss your kiss. I miss your tender touch. I miss your dry sense of humor. I miss the way you look when you think you're being cute. I miss the warm feeling I get when I look at you and realize just how cute you really are. I miss that look you get in your eyes. I miss the late night talks about our past, our present, our future. I miss the way you look deep into my eyes when you tell me that you love me. I miss... you. *********************************** Safe Harbor I was lost. I was alone. I was naked, cold, hungry and afraid. And then you came to me. You held me in the darkness. You clothed me with your heart. You warmed me with your spirit. You nourished me with your soul. You brought me comfort and washed away my fears with the strength of your love. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Gift of You | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The path we walk is often long. | The choice we make is often wrong. Many times we fail to see the way that things may really be. We view the world through biased eyes. We're taken in by seductive lies. We want so much to be a part of a loving pair, we give our heart. Too soon we discover story's end and we're left alone with a heart to mend. So, at last with hurt and a painful sigh, we bid our dream a sweet good-bye. With a broken heart we move along trying not to hear loves siren song. And as we live from day to day along the path we make our way. 'Til one day there appears a pow'rful spark, and on our soul it leaves its mark. Then gently as our heart awakens into a wond'rous place we're taken. We greet the day with a cheerful smile, and feel the touch of our inner child. 'Tis then we turn and look behind at all that was and see how blind we have been all our life, that all the heartache, pain and strife was just a way to teach us well that love's a gift... a magic spell bestowed upon a lucky few. And I thank God for the gift of... you. Mary is away from me for a few days. I miss her. Bud
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