The weather is warm and comforting as being in your arms,
Where forever I would stay if the choice were mine,
But as luck would have it, there’s room, but for another,

So I live each day trying not to be a bother,
Though I sometimes fail at accomplishing this task,
There are moments when I have the strength to keep my feelings masked,

Good times we have shared, which and I will never forget
But the sad times are multiplying, which is causing me to fret
I pray for the day, when I can think of you,
And not be consumed with feelings of blue.