At The End of The Day

Ok so you say you love me. I say I love you, but we‘re living seperate lives living with two. Our hearts yearn to be together, but there is just one unequal measure we belong to another and “At The End of The Day” we yearn and yearn for pleasure.

How does one get over the impossibilities of ever coming to be, our paths crossed once more without giving full understanding of the meaning. We have and had a love so strong what’s keeping us apart baby what’s wrong? Is it because of the responsibilities of our unhappy homes, or it is the fear of the unknown?
How can two people be so insync, yet be so out of sync? Is it because of the drama from your babies moma, or is it because you have no clue, what it is you really want? Hopefully “At The End of The Day” you’ll know.
Time is of essence and it waits for no one, time has come, time has gone our lives have moved on, but the love we share for each other will always be everlasting and unmeasureable. Thinking of our times together brings nothing but pleasurable feelings to my spirit, knowing if you could you’d be here in a minute “At The End of The Day” this I know.

“At The End of The Day” if you will please think of this and never forget, I was your first, your instructor so to speak, never, ever forget about me, if ever we should lose touch just lay back close your eyes and reminisce about me and our love journey and all the excitement it entails and “At The End of The day” you should be able to understand where I am in this thing called love, “At The End of The Day.”

Denise M. Richardson© 2010 MAM