I will never get to taste your kiss,
I will never get to reach across you and turn out the light,
I will never get to see your face in the morning light,
I will never get to hold you tight,
I will never get to pull you through,
Whatever you’re going through,
I will never get to watch you undress,
I will never get to make your hair a mess,
I will never get to pull you close in a crowd,
I will never get to hear you make those sounds of love,
I will never get to say he’s mine with pride.
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Yvonne Knight
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