so often when i'm missing you
i cry myself to sleep
the pain of me not kissing you
i'm feeling very deep .
.
because i need you in my arms
each and every night
my dreams are are full of magic charms
allowing me to hold you tight .
.
so many times i've been accused
of being a prehistoric man
guided by a loving heart
not blueprint or masterplan .
.
i suppose thats the way i am
and always hope to be
i just pray that it will be enough
to keep my wilma close to me .
.
for she fills my every dream
and comforts me when i'm awake
if she's away for just one hour
my whole body starts to ache .
.
so wilma if you're out there
please hear these words so true
send kisses to your caveman soon
because he's really missing you .
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