Written by Sylvia
How I long to feel your hands caress me
And your arms to hold me in an embrace
Your lips pressed softly upon mine
This will never be, is what I must face
I wait each day for night to come
So that I can once again dream
Of a love that is not to be
Dreams that become nightmares, it seems
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia Feeley All Rights Reserved
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