The Mad Mad Mind Of Pewee Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

The Mad Mad Mind Of Pewee



Dearest love;
my heart longs for the day
when the two of us shall meet.
One look into thine beautiful eyes, and
I'll be lost forever in heavenly bliss.
Thine smile makes all my sorrow flee.
Oh how I long to hear thine voice,
smell thine sweet fragrance,
touch thine smooth, soft skin
next to mine. I pray that soon I shall
meet thee.
I so desire thee to look upon,
but alas I walk alone among these
dark halls of mine mind. I can some how
feel thee, see thee, sense thee.

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