We Love

January 1992

We Love

During the dark and dreary night
I examine my plight.
How long must I continue this fight
for love?

It is right here in my hand
Yet I cannot understand
this love.

It consumes me night and day,
Yet it escapes me, oh please stay
my love.

How can I make you understand
This selfish, giving, outstretched hand
is love?

Yet of all the needy who cry love's plea
None could ask for more than you've given me,
my love.

So as we strive to find a way
To make the most of everyday,
we love.

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