By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m jealous of the words I write

knowing  they’ll be touching you

deep in your heart, while we’re apart

and I’m alone in the night without you

 

Your eyes read the words, “I Miss You”

as they rise to your lips and kiss you

I long for your touch

and miss you so much

 

That I’m jealous of the words I write

caressing your Soul in the night

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