The thought of you,
makes me smile.
And makes me want to run to you,
over each and every mile.
~
The thought of you,
at times makes me cry.
Because sometimes we don’t talk,
and I don’t know why.
~
But through it all,
your thoughts get me through,
all the long days,
until I get to see you.
~*~ Jill ~*~
good poem