As I wake this day I think of you;
our embrace, the gentle warmth
of gratitude for our union.
And I miss you...
The windchimes sing about us,
their voices on the gentle winds,
that our love will last forever,
and I believe them at last.
As I hold you, I am completed
so I say, good morning,
I love you.
Let this day be filled with us,
let the concerns of the day
melt away like tears in the rain.
As I awoke I thought of you,
I can't wait to hear your voice on the line
that we might share with each other
that love that completes me,
like a puzzle finding its' last piece,
like the child who found his mother.
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