Blessed

I love you without knowing,

need you every second.

Hear your thoughts before you say them,

sense you near me when your gone.

Want you to be with me,

long for you to hold me.

Miss you when your far away,

and thank God for you every day.


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Jere -'s picture

The thought in this poem is so incredibly original, and so logical, that the poem ought to be in the quotation books. You have written a masterpiece in this one.