I sit counting hours
watching you wake and stretch,
the tiny hand of time moves
turning my heart as it goes…
Silence speaks loudly,
your name in my ears;
I stare into space
and I see your face…
Bewitched by love,
I’m slave to your thoughts;
Free me dear stranger
from fetters of distance…
let me stretch my wings
and soar high in your love;
give me one last chance
to live…lest I die unloved.
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