How many ways can one truly care,
To discribe they miss You so much,
Is there a book in which to seek,
A book, where there are words and such,

Could it be I have over looked,
Where this book may now be placed,
I can see it there deep within,
The words are there, upon Your face,

The joys, the saddness,and the pain,
In which We all feel at sometime,
Lay dorment deep within and behind,
Often more then not, I feel sometimes,

To open this book of care I wish,
To read what it truly has to say,
This is what my heart tells me to do,
To cheerish the pages on this day,

How many ways can one truly care,
Could it be that I have over looked,
Opening those pages now from within,
I read Your travels within Your book.~*....
 
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