I have a job at last,
its only for a few weeks...

Each time time that i think of you,
i feel so good inside...

I miss you sweetheart everyday,
and i know that you miss me...

Miss you all the time,
and think of you constantly...

If all my friends knew,
i was into poetry...

What will happen,
what will it be...

You are the air i breathe.
You are the nourishment i take in...

The sweetest love i ever had,
still has to be...

Hope i get to see you,
i want to say to you...

You are just as beautiful now,
as you where twenty eight years ago...

When you return,
take your time...

I see in you things you dont,
you can be to critical of yourself...