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By



Richard Haesche





Come a little closer, love,

Yes, stand there in the light.

Oh, it's very good to see you

When I thought I never might.



You've aged a little bit, my love,

And taken on some weight,

But you haven't lost that aura

Of our first, romantic date.



The years were kind to you, my love,

Since last we said goodbye,

And to know you've really missed me

Makes my throat go kinda dry.



I've really missed you too, my love,

As busy as I've been,

But the job they've got me doing

Made me yearn for you again.



I asked for one last visit, love,

I've pleaded, in my grief,

They gave me their approval

On condition I'd be brief.



So tell me, how are things, my love?

And how are all our breed?

Are the children well and happy?

Is there anything they need?



Give them all my blessing, love,

And bless you, most of all,

I feeling so much better since

I've had a chance to call.



I really must be going, love,

My time is running out.

Yes, I miss you all the time, my love,

Of that, there is no doubt.



Is that a tear I see, my love,

Just below your eye?

Please don't feel sad...you know

I hate to see you cry.



Try to understand, my love,

And stand up tall and straight,

'Cause I'll be there to greet you

When you pass through Heaven's gate.