My heart aches and weakens
And can no longer bear
This distance that separates us
And my head smarts and swells
Afraid of the absence
And starting to despair
It’s my way of telling you
And always seeing the bad as worse
But take it with a smile
What I want to say, and I will say it
There’s no point in hiding it from you
I love you too much, and that’s true
© 1971, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.