By Marla McGinley
Date: 12 October 1998

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A thousand words couldn’t begin to paint my feelings for you
And as I lie here in bed remembering your touch, your smile, and your kiss
I wonder, do you think of the same tonight as you lie in some strange bed
Probably you think of me the last night you saw me, or maybe as you saw me in a dream
But your thoughts are with me, I know, I can feel you in my own
Yet time cannot be rushed so I am left lying awake counting the minutes which turn into days
And the completion of those days shall bring you back into my arms

Marla 
10/12/98