Volume 1

Poem by Louise Scrymgeour

It's perfect, and touches me deep

First thing in the morning, when I hear you speak

And last thing at night as you bid me sweet dreams

The brush of your lips lets me know what you mean

And all of the hours that pass through the day

Those spent together and when you're away

I think of you always, imagine your touch

Think how to show you, I love you so much

So when we're apart, and you long for me near

Just try to remember, you're already here

For deep in my heart, where no one can see

You'll be forever, together we'll be