Seven Days of the Week  

I look for you every weekend,
and of course I cannot find.
Your love that I look for is
tied up in the many other
things you have on your mind.

It is so hard Monday through
Thursday you see, only
knowing that I will not see
you for another three.

Everyday is which I should
receive your soft gentle
touch, and whisper of your
needs. I guess you can't
give that seven days of the
week, and so I should be
grateful with the promises
that you keep.

But, unfortunately, I am
selfish and this you know. I
want all seven days to love
you, my beau.

I feel with each passing day.
that I want you and your time
in so many ways. I know in
my heart this you can't
fulfill, for your plate is to
full with obligations to fill.

You have people pulling you
this way and pulling you that
way too, that I must step
aside and wait for you.

I just want you to understand,
that waiting for you...to hear
your voice...hold your hand.
Is surely taking a toll on me.
Do you understand?

Just want to love you Seven
Days of the Week!!!!

Written by DENISE
Thanks to her for letting me use her poem