by Lavender Leigh
Friday, September 21, 2007
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My week is done, two hundred miles
Still keep me from our door,
And every time that I come home
I pray to leave no more.
But we both know that in the end
Again I'll have to fly.
I'll pack my bag with thoughts of you
But as I pack I'll cry
If you love me half as much
As I feel love for you,
You cry at night and curse my job
When we must bid adieu.
Just know that you are with me now
These last two hundred miles,
Just like youíre with me every day
With visions of your smiles.
My thoughts of you will give me peace
Each day that Iím away,
Until the day this job is through
And I come home to stay.
January 30, 2004
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|Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic
|Absolutely divine..love it!
|Reviewed by Z McClure
|This sweet song of a poem made my cheeks undry. What a poignent, loved-filled conversation gently whispered forth in verse.
Oh! my heart -Zach
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|BEAUTIFUL, ROMANTIC POEM!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|