Bliss
All the lovely memories,
So much of them I miss.
Mostly about me and you,
Those moments of pure bliss.
My favorite ones, with all your hugs,
All full of laughing and smiling.
Millions of them everyday,
Ones I could never get tired of.
We had a special bond,
I don't know how it was made.
A tiny, fragile, knotted thread
That never seemed to break.
I'm still praying for that perfect dream,
Every night, before falling asleep,
For me to see you one more time,
One last chance to tell you goodbye.
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christi823posted on 07/08/2008
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