I’ve been thinking of the sunlight in your eyes,
and the way you always sympathize.
I’ve been dreaming of the stars in your tears,
that have mingled with these many years.
I’ve been wondering why you never held me near,
or the words you love you hold so dear.
It’s not in the stars so near and far
or behind the wheel of your favorite car.
It’s not the loss that holds your love at bay
or in the emotions you can’t convey.
It’s in the words you say to me,
in the language and motions I can see.
Life isn’t easy and love is hard.
Life doesn’t promise you a greeting card.
Love isn’t promised in battered life,
unless it’s showed in struggling strife.
Can you believe in me? Can you just a little?
Or somewhere in the middle?
I’ve been dreaming of you again,
of the love you said you’d send.
I’ve been thinking of dreams in my mind,
something here of another design.
I’ve been wondering where you are right now,
and if you’re living inside a cell.
It’s not the days ignore my pain,
or the line that my tears stain.
It’s not fleeting time so long lost,
where your memories have all been tossed.
It’s in the time you spend with me
and the laughs of quality.
Love isn’t easy and life is hard,
not really shown in the stars.
Life is promised to show you love,
that’ll fit you like a glove.
Can you love me just a little?
And meet me somewhere in the middle?
Terri M. Prada
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