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A Promise Is A Promise
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I truly missed talking to you last night
I called at our prearranged time.
But I could not get through to you.
I guess your daughter was online.
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You just don't know how many times
I've started to call you then and today.
Only to utter a soulful "ohhhh"
And Pull my trembling hand away.
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I really don't understand
How I'm going to get through this.
Because, your beautiful laughter,
I really and truly do miss.
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You just don't realize,
How much I miss your sweet voice.
But I know I promised not to call.
So I guess I have no choice.
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I just don't think I can do without,
Being able to say, "I love you."
And hear and feel your lovely smile,
When I hear you say, "I love you too,"
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Written: Wednesday, January 23, 2002 - 2:42:00pm
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Copyright �2002 Santos V. Nunez
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