By CharlesAlbano@webtv.net
Date: 25 March 1998

I Think Of You

I watch the rain pour down the glass
And think of you, and think of you,  
The fun we had in seasons past
Alone together, overdue.

And even in my dreams at night,
I think of you, I think of you,
Pulling visions into sight
Of all the things we used to do.

If God should grant another year
As good as those gone by;
I tell you what, my Darling, Dear--
I could repose, content to die.