Mumbling about love...

Is it love, if you never see your lover?
But then, love has no bounderies. No matter how far, no matter how long gone. If it's true love nothing matter, even not seeing you lover.
Now how bout my own love...
I love her and everyday without her turn my love into anger. Not of her though...
It's anger of my own inability to find my love...

Oh Mary, the holy mother, I wish to see my lover
a second, a day, it daoesn't matter
for a true love is what i have for her
a true love that will never waver

PS: written a couple of days ago when I had to work late