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"It's Sunday now, My Darling," You tell me in your note.

I see you're feeling better than the last time that you wrote.

There isn't much to say today.  You don't get out at all.

Yes, I know you loath the winter.  Your favorite time is fall.

You say that Indiana has a coat of six inch snow,

It's warmer here in Georgia.  (Why did you have to go?)

You tell me that you miss me.  (Dear God! I miss you too.)

You say you don't like being there, but there's nothing you can do.

You want to hold me in your arms?  To show me how you care?

You're lonely in Indiana.  You would rather not be there.

You tell me that it's freezing.  Wind has tossed the lake with foam.

It's warmer here in Georgia.  (Why don't you come back home?)

You say your cold is better, and you love me more each day.

You want me to be happy.  (That's why you went away?!)

You wanted me to have my room?  A chance to follow dreams?

You say you'll love me 'til you die?  Is nothing as it seems?

"It's lonely here in Georgia,"  I pen my note to you.

"My heart just swells with love today, Sweetheart, I love you too.

I cannot live without you, when half my heart is there.

I'm waiting here in Georgia.  Come show me that you care."