DAYDREAMS

My thoughts of you come frequently;

They’re always filled with your memory,

No matter what I see or when,

It brings you back to mind again.

I’d be sitting, reading a book,

Or be out walking by a brook;

No matter what the path I took,

I’d see dream images of how you look.

EACH DAY IS FILLED WITH DREAMS OF YOU!

--- author inknown