I sit here starring at this screen of glass
I dream of your touch
I wait for the time to pass
Because you are, my crutch
For my life
You hold me up
When I cannot stand
Like an old pup
I lay in the sand
Waiting for you,
is torture of the highest degree.
For it is only you who can set my free
All that you word do
Is magical.
I dream of your face
It is of silk
It helps me through race
of the night like warm milk.
I love you so
You help my life flow
Right and true
I LOVE YOU
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-17 13:20:16
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