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I'm busy, it's true
But when I've a minute to think, I think of you.

My sigh when I finally go to bed
The first half, true is tired,
But the second half is lonely for you.

I remember what you say about clouds,
But to me they never look painted
When I look at them
For a minute
Before getting back to work.

I feel the touch of the wind and sun,
And it's nice,
But I want your touch.

My fork traces your name on my plate
At dinner.

I shiver into my chilly bed,
and wish you could help keep it warm.

My muscles ache,
but my heart aches more.
It misses you,
And the muscles just have an unoxidized buildup of acid.

In a room of people talking,
I sit and listen,
And write a poem for you.

I'm worried about managing everything,
I'm worried about fitting in,
I'm worried about making my boss like me,
I'm trying to get enough rest at night
I'm busy and learning and working and tired out...
But there is space in my life for you.
A hole in my life waiting for you.
I was in a realy boring meeting with a lot of people I didnt know talking about thinks I didnt care about, and I was very lonely and I wrote this for the one I love.
The preview is a picture of me preparing beds to plant herbs.
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Avila-Dalahi Featured By Owner May 25, 2005   Photographer
A beautiful poem, Panther Nora... You can feel the love and emotion as you read it..

There are few people who can write poems well enought o get a feeling completely across...Treasure your ability.
Panther-Nora Featured By Owner May 25, 2005
Thank you Darkness
Ramuel Featured By Owner May 25, 2005
Thats a beautiful poem, hanna-love.
:hug: :heart: :cuddle:
Really beautiful.

I'll see you in less than a week.
Keep doing well up there.
Panther-Nora Featured By Owner May 25, 2005
I'm glad you like it.
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