How difficult can it be to phrase in words these things
To capture with structured phrases a feeling without form
So I sit in the moonlight, glass of wine in hand and think
The images parade by me in an endless dreamy loop
I try to count your smiles and miss the ones hidden by
My tear moistened eyes, the windows to a lover’s soul
I try to quantify the songs I heard you softly singing
When you thought I was too busy to notice you at all
Like an unfinished symphony these moments linger on
I wondered how many times I had kissed you dear
Sneaking open an eye to see you lost in love with me
As we pressed our lips and hearts silently escaping Time
I caught your fragrance in the air and held my breath
Hoping so to prevent its escape into the yonder ethers
And yet I knew I must keep breathing just to dream you
I watch the fading pictures and let them go one by precious one
A wish escapes my lips and I call out your name in whispers
In the dark I close my eyes to all around and see you standing there
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