My Life Was Loving You

Where are my nights?
My days?
My mind?

When will I find,
You taking the time..
To be here with me?

Suddenly,
I am out of reach.
And you say...
Time you spend with me is not your need.

Maybe you'll believe it,
When my shoulder gets colder.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When I pack up and leave.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When you're gray and older...
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.

Suddenly,
I am out of reach.
And you say...
Time you spend with me is not your need.

Where are my nights?
My days?
My mind?

When will I find,
You taking the time..
To be here with me?

Maybe you'll believe it,
When my shoulder gets colder.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When I pack up and leave.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When you're gray and older...
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.

My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.

Maybe you'll believe it,
When my shoulder gets colder.

My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.

Maybe you'll believe it,
When you're gray and older.

My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.

Oh, oh, oh and...
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.

But there's no more...
Love for you to keep.
No more...
Love for you to keep.
No more love...
Here for you to keep!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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