Poetry

Looking out the window

Looking out the window

Looking out the window
At the cold and lonesome rain.
My thoughts wander to you,
And the appointed home coming day.
With eager anticipation
My heart grows fondly near.
Of knowing soon I will hold you close
Whispering in your ear.
Looking at the sunset
And wishing you could be
Right here beside me,
Cuddling with me.
But soon with eager eyes,
My love I will see.
With eager arms I will greet you
How happy I will be.
For with each day that you are gone.
You are always close to my heart.
And with this in mind we are never far apart.
So remember my love as you are gone
I love you, and await your coming home,

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