by-Matthew F. BlowersIII

For you I'm

thinking of the time,

from way back when

when you were mine,

and late at night

I sit sublime

pining for

your loving arms.

It's been so long

since I've seen you,

your absence begs

a rendezvous,

But like my songs

that play so blue,

we've got nothing left

our song is through....

Yet the melody

still haunts me,

and your loss it glares

and taunts me

and though there's no way

you'll still want me,

I'm still thinking

of those times,

When you adored me, Baby

and I took for granted

each kiss and

each sweet look,

like a tragic end to

a romance book,

each page damp

with tears I find..

That if I could have

Just one more chance,

I'd worship you

your soul would dance

in the admiration I'd bestow,

but that's beyond us now..

........I know.

So for you I'll think

of all those times

from way back when

when you were mine,

and every night I'll sit sublime

pining for your loving arms,

Just pining for your loving arms