If only I could tell you how
I feel when you are near,
And tell you of the longing that
I feel inside me here.
Yet simple words just fail me when
I try to let you know
About the way I feel inside,
And how I need you so.
I long to hold you in my arms
And feel you next to me,
And yet, for now, I’ll have to wait
For what may never be.
April 12, 1981
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