I see her every night, whenever I fall


    into the deep dark canyons of slumber.


    To see her again I would swim or crawl


    through every trench or body of water.


    I gaze upon her picture and my soul yearns


    to stroke her hair, to kiss her sweet cheek.


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    as without her love I feel so frail and weak.


    We’re victims of circumstance and bad timing


    as things never seem to turn out as we desire.


    Stung by those we loved, left hurt and crying


    I long to rescue you, pull you out from the fire.


    I was infatuated with you from the very start


    you’ll always have a place in thy loving heart.