Tis Your Love That I Miss
While I trust
The powers that be
To provide all that it is
To sustain me
Tis your love that I miss
Tis thee
That I need
Lady in the crowd that smiles
Only for me
Soft touch on my face
Sliding cupped hand on my cheek
The kiss of hue
Tis you
Curves and graces
Makes my heart races
Tis you
That I yearn for
All else
I would gladly miss
To hold your hand
Would be my marching band
While I trust the powers that be
They can’t provide me your love
To truly sustains me
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