Strange, a telephone alone,
When connected to you,
Can make my insides soar.
As I close my eyes
The world fades
And in the darkness
We have only each other
Though our sight blinded,
And out of touch's reach
We guide, lead, laugh and cuddle
Through words alone.
As I talk you to sleep
My face is warmed with love's tender smile
I know tonight that I
Have gently rocked you to sleep
With a fraction of the joys
Which fill my my hopefully heart.
I will love you always.
-Victor Tinsdale
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