By Don Ray Williams
The time will come, I know not when,
When we will meet and hold again.
Oh how I long and dearly miss,
Your gentle touch and tender kiss.
But my mind retains each memory,
And they will not escape from me,
Of how I felt when you were near,
Or that losing you is my greatest fear.
For seeing you makes my heart race,
And caressing you speeds up the pace.
And though it’s just a memory,
My heart still pounds incessantly.
I hope that you, as I do feel.
Our bonds are strong and very real.
And though you are far away from me,
I hope I’m in your memories.
© Don Ray Williams 02 15, 1993