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Perfect, Weeping

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I watch my children play,
My husband at their side,
My house isn’t perfect
But in it I take pride.
 
But I cry,
while they sleep late at night,
I ache,
and I long to be held tight,
I beg,
Please make everything alright.
 
I have the ideal job,
A cat and yes a dog,
And in my fireplace,
A perfect burning log.
 
But I cry,
while they sleep late at night,
I ache,
and I long to be held tight,
I beg,
Please make everything alright.
 
I have everything,
that a woman could ever want,
But at night
the loneliness sings a persistent taunt,
I ache to be romanced,
when my day is through,
For someone that has so much,
why I am so blue.
 
My bills are paid on time,
My bed is warm and soft,
And my children’s pictures,
Do decorate our loft.
 
But I cry,
while they sleep late at night,
I ache,
and I long to be held tight,
I beg,
Please make everything alright.
 
TLAB 2004

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