The night draws on,
...it is the end of an era.
I sit here alone,
...wondering if I will see her.
I picture her with me,
...her face and her eyes.
I feel my whole being,
...lifted up to the skies.
Her smell fills my senses,
...For a moment I'm alive.
I can think of nothing more,
...For which i should strive.
But then reality hits me,
...and takes me away from this bliss.
It seems this year I'll miss out on,
...My New Year's Kiss.
S
...it is the end of an era.
I sit here alone,
...wondering if I will see her.
I picture her with me,
...her face and her eyes.
I feel my whole being,
...lifted up to the skies.
Her smell fills my senses,
...For a moment I'm alive.
I can think of nothing more,
...For which i should strive.
But then reality hits me,
...and takes me away from this bliss.
It seems this year I'll miss out on,
...My New Year's Kiss.
S