by the embers of a log fire
i lose myself in thought
my heart filled with the desire
to praise the gifts true love has brought .
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contentment overwhelms me
a smile crosses my lips
i hear a loving melody
your picture neath my fingertips.
.
i can still hear your laughter
as i look at the phone
i'm happy so long after
even though i sit alone .
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the way you use your feminine wiles
to try and tie me down
so often i wear a silly smile
remembering ,a verb , a phrase , a noun .
as i sit and recall my memories
i give thanks to god above
and lord if you are listening, please
look after my true love.
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