By Mary
Date: 7 May 1998

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So crazy with missing you
I go around all day singing to myself

"my love"

rather delirious.

The ones who see me humming
who hear the constant drone of me

"my love"

am I crazy?

Crazy with loving you is the only craziness I can admit.

And sometimes I skip and dance
I can't keep my knee still

(and you told me what that meant once a long time ago!)

"my love"

The ones who see me quiver

                   (like your lips do the moment before you kiss me--
                    and afterwards when you smile-so-sweet sigh!)

must wonder what affects me so

"my love"

And I'll just keep smiling,
              keeping them wondering,
              keeping you,

"my love"

in my heart until I see you again, my sweet love.