The snow sifts softly down,
and I sit here alone thinking of
The temperature tumbles and the
cold creeps in,
My warmth lives in the South, my
Lord, how I miss you.
So now I gaze at your picture,
and draw comfort from your smile.
Your love is all I have that matters.
It gives me strength to endure
Lord, how I love you.
My dream is to be in your arms again,
To place my ring on your finger.
To call you Wife and Lover.
Never again to leave you, to be
Lord, let it happen.
I LOVE YOU BEYOND THE END OF ALL
By: Wayne Pond
Copyright © 01-15-2003