What I Miss Most Of All
What I Miss Most of All
By Jerry Sledge
Going to the beach for a walk on the sand,
Her gentle caress, the touch of her hand,
Her firm embrace,
The smile on her face,
The look in her eye
As I walked by,
Her presence near me as we lay on the bed,
The love we shared by the words that were said,
Those little things shared from day to day,
The love that grew between us, along the way.
Of all the things shared both great and small
It’s the little things I miss most of all.
Copyright 2010 Jerry Sledge