It pines for you
My aching heart
It longs for your gentle touch
While lingering still
In the black of night
I promise I don’t need much
Just a kiss on the cheek
An arm at my side
With whispers soft and true
Lips sweet as hunny
Hair soft as silk
A hug from no one but you
I’ll wait for you darling
I sit here for you
I know you are coming for me
You’ll Swim lots of rivers
climb all those mountains
All for a chance to kiss me
When the world is all quiet
And winds blow in perfect
And the trees they sway my way
I hear the beating of you heart
Though it be far away.
- Beth Acciacca
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