Wednesday, March 3, 2010

When..

When I'm with you, I don't see the gray
The picture gets crisp, I see through the haze

When I'm with you, it's always spring
The colors of autumn, birds chirping

When I'm with you, the sky is so clear
The sand gets whiter, the water gets bluer

When I'm with you, the grass is always green
Yes on both sides, and everything in between

When I'm with you, it's never too cold
Your breath gives me warmth, as your arms I hold

When I miss you, I secretly pray
The yearning I have for you never fades

When I see you, I will know once more
What it feels to be the happiest thus far...

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