Friday, May 13, 2005
Tell me again how you miss me when we're apart;
I
miss you more than you know;
and i think of
every minute of every hour.
I remember the way your big hands fits into my small ones.
When my arms aren't there to lift you up;
my
love will be with you to make you strong.
But i think;
most of all;
i
miss snuggling close to you,
with the clean soft smell of you next to me.
When you are sleeping;
i'll watch over you.
All you have to do is think of me and i'll be
there.