This Truth

You call me
'cross the distance
from a phone
that you will never call your own
telling me so many things
in your kind and gentle way
by just the loving tone
of your true voice

You wonder if I e'er could come
to understand the many things
that always seem to be unspoken
and to this, my love
I say, I do, I truly do

and I want to be there
holding you
through every coming day
loving you
through nights
that often seem to have no end

Not just in bliss, oh no
but through every life's adventure
telling you I love you so
that everything can come to be
within this love
of time and space
and all reality

So when you call
I try to say
all this that I hold true
yet still, the only words
that come to mind
is this truth of
I love you . . .


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