| Dearest, I will miss you, Though a year has passed us by, And I catch glimpses of you From the corner of my eye. I turn, on impulse, just to see Someone I took for you. There seems no valid purpose in The things I used to do. I wonder that the sun can shine Or that the earth can turn. I wonder how life goes ahead When all I do is yearn.... For one more day, and hour, one touch, Again, your blue eyes shinning! I realize my life is spent In hours of earnest pining. I will always mourn you, Always miss your precious ways. Always, I'll be yearning for Those dear, sweet, yesterdays. My heart will never fly again, Until your face I see. And, always, you'll be number one, Most precious memory. author Joan Clifton Costner |
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