Dayz

Days of old
Days of new
Many of my day
Spent dreaming of you.

Missing that smile
Upon your face
Missing all your beauty
Your intrigue
Your grace.

Feelings of warmth
Of serenity
That surrounds me
As do the skies
Those feelings I get
When I look deep
Within your eyes

These feelings I hold strong
Feelings I hold true
For you my darling
You…and only you.

So as the days grow old
And as the days grow new
I will always have wonderful thoughts of a lady
The sweet lady I consider you.

Copyright ©2001 Randy Scott