Never Enough

There never seems to be enough time
To spend and chat with you.
The days roll by, the years soon pass,
But where are we? I ask.
 Could I past moments reapture,
Relive them once again,
Time would not be lost to us,
Our love would not be in vain.

There are never enough words
To describe the way I feel,
Those days when you cannot be here,
I ask, why are you there?
Could I express my sentiment?
Tell you how much I miss you,
Time spent with you will be well spent,
If hours spent are but a few.

There never seems to be enough love
For me to give to you.
The hours pass, the weeks drift by,
But how I long to try.
Could I but hold you long enough,
Enough to make you see
That I could love you just as much,
And much more than you allow me.

Barbara A. Cadogan © 1983