Sometimes Iam all alone
No one to hold hand
No one to talk to, even by phone
Yet you feel oh so near
A true friend in the darkest hour
Your love is as a fragrant flower
As I dwell in your presences for several hours
The time of loneliness
Becomes a graceful session of a
Needed Love shower
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