Mood
of the Man..
Today,
this bright and warm morn',
I
have felt the sense of low,
A
type I'd not care to know,
I'm
hoping by lunch. It'll go.
Who
would for-see the ebbing,
Of
a mood towards the sea,
Lonely
a man could never be,
I'm
missing having you here with me.
Some
days are worse because,
I
have known a deep kind of love,
When
I'd look into your eyes above,
And
for a while, feel I was loved.
And
here I walk the earth,
Searching
I guess, to forget this,
A
sense of overwhelming halfness,
Without
your hand, I long to caress.
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