Our house is big, though our family's small,
The phone's off the hook, cause we don't want a call.
I need you darling more than anything,
For your sweet kisses make a sad man sing.
I can feel life's clock as it pounds away,
While the moon says hello to the dying day.
I pray to partake every sight and sound,
While I still enjoy the right side of the ground.
Nothing beats the love of a willing mate.
So little time for fun before it's too late.
The Lord made you for me and me alone,
And not for others that you might have known.
Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America
