My Denise,

The days are getting longer, while my heart is grasping to hold you once again. 

Alone, waiting till you come home.

Fire, burning inside me with desire,

Touch, everyday I get a sensational rush,

Voice, just to hear you talk with noise,

Smile, beauty I haven’t seen in a while,

Golden, your hand that I should be holding,

Why, so long?, as can’t even say hi.

Love your Ryan