A road in the Brecon Beacons

What's a bit of longing
when you do it on the road?
what's a forlorn love
if it's all abroad? 
Is it just fond memories
or is it something more
when you sit and think
of the ones you let behind
and how you wish that one of them
was here with you now.
Can't that mean you love them
if when apart you want to see them
it hold and touch and then to kiss
if all that you think comes down to this
is it like or is it something more?
is it not love to have someone you adore? 

The End

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