Two precious souls,
one a boy about two,
the other a girl about one and a half,
so long ago they were in my arms.
Tears of joy turn...
to tears of pain,
in the phone one thinks I live,
the other knows what city I'm near.
Ten fingers and ten toes
multiplied by two...
equals my precious angels,
one boy and one girl.
I long to hear your laughs,
I long to wipe away your tears,
I long to hold you tight,
I long to chase away your fears.
I miss you both so very much,
tears running down my face,
flooding eye, streaming to evaporation,
forever will I be in this place.
Into my arms I wait...
to hold you,
to kiss you,
and to tell you I love you.
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Written May 16th, 2006
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