The Wanderer

The Wanderer

As I sit here and ponder,
How I often wander,
Away from your love and your touch,
I can’t help but miss,
Your sweet gentle kiss,
And your hugs which to me mean so much.

We talk on the phone,
While we both are alone,
Our distance is so far apart,
Yet I still see your light,
From the moon every night,
Reflecting strait into my heart.

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