I have seen sunsets and sunrises,but nothing of your beautiful face.
The piecec of my broken heart can pass through the eye of a a needle. i
miss you like the sun misses the fiower.
Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.
Instead of beauty to dirct itlight to the heart hardenslike the frozen
world your adsence has sent to me.
I am here in Ithaca and i find it empty and cold with you not here.
Hope guides me it gets me through the day and especially the night.
The hope that after you leave my sihgt it will not be the last time i
look upon your beautiful face.
With all the love that i possess i remain yours the man of your heart.