The Poem - Andy Williams

Some people live their life

And others just survive

Some people live on love

And others live on lies

You always had a way

Of saying things in life

I’d find someone to love

Whose love is worth the climb

In your drawer I found

A poem that you kept

What I wrote back

When my arms were where you slept

While I’ve changed some lines

The meaning’s still the same

Though you’re far away

So much of you remains

Wide awake

I dream you

Out of sight

I see you

Without sound

I call you

Out of touch

I feel you

Without words

I write you

Out of reach

I hold you

Out of mind

I think you

Without tears

I cry you

Out of verse

I sing you

Without life

I breathe you

Out of faith

I pray you

Without me

I need you

In our time

I’ve loved you

Out of love

I’ve hurt you

Without pry

Implore you

Out of hope

Wait for you