Disappointed, tired
He's not you, wired
For words that flow
On paper 'till I go
To heaven above
Knowing I felt
Your love
And words are for me
While you just have to
Hold me close
And let me see
Care in your eyes
Love between my sighs
Or you kiss my head and
Then I melt into a heart
Where disappointment isn't a part
Of this tired night
'Cause when he's here
His peace, rest, and touch
Make the love clear.

12/3/2004 0430 cj

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