
I Miss You Most on Sundays
I miss you most on Sundays, When the crisp morning air caresses my face And God kisses me with the morning sun. I miss you most on Sundays, When I pour the tea for one And I playfully touch the spoon upon my tongue. I miss you most on Sundays, When musical melodies rule my heart then my head joins in and they … Continue reading I Miss You Most on Sundays