September 8, 2008
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Distant Love
When the days gloomy and the nights are long
Does the separation of our love seem all wrong?
When the only touch that can be
Is served by word to thee
When the only hug that can be
Is served by email to thee
When the only love that can be
Is served by dreams of thee
The clock of time does not wait
Only the nights that pass can foretell our fate. ©2008
