Will nighttime take the place of day?
So much sorrow I feel when you're away.
When I turn to look for you, you're not there to hold,
Sometimes the solitude seems so cold.
Words dare not say how much I miss you,
It seems time drags on when you are gone, it's true.
Though I fight it I still feel blue,
So here I sit and write this rhyme to you.
Yet my words are small comfort next to the warmth of your eyes,
As I sit here writing, as a fool in love's guise
