When you rest your head
              in a far away bed
Do you know that I'm thinking of you?

Do you feel my hand caressing,
             floating over your head,
opening my soul, in ways only lovers can do?

Do you stand looking up
            at a cool, distant sky,
and feel my kiss soft on your cheek?

Do you wake in the morning,
            entwinded in my arms,
and discover it's only the sheet?

            Do you know my heart yearns,
                feel how my soul burns,
                taste each aching and lonely breath?

            Do you feel the heavy clinging silence,
                know unrequitted love and diligence
                wonder if they are your partners till death?

I need to find a way
              to speak words I must say,
to tell you of passion and truth.

But the clock ticks away
             and each dull passing day,
drags me helpless from my dreams of you.

 

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