It is nearly impossible to live with out thee,

The sort of torment, I will never let you see,

Just sitting on my bed, listening to the radio at night,

Knowing there is no way, of holding you tight,

I find myself shedding a little tear,

When I should be whispering in your ear,

We should be locked hand in hand,

Strolling on beaches with golden sand,

You are constantly on my mind,

My thoughts of you are so defined,

Sometimes I see you clearly,

I actually think you are in the room with me,

We I realise you are not there,

My heart becomes heavy with despair,

This loneliness is an awful feeling,

That can send even the strongest person reeling,

It can make ones temper very short,

Your thinking can begin to distort,

I can never be the person with a clear view,

Not until I am finally with you.

 

Steve Corke

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