If I come there,
you will have no fear,
you will have all your needs,
we can fulfil all your dreams,
for it will be flowers galore,
and not one from the store,
till then we have to wait,
till I walk through your front gate,
but then don't hesitate,
or think of being late,
for I can hardly wait,
to see you once more,
with kisses galore.
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Lovely, lovely, lovely. So wistful and nostalgic. I like it very much Mohabeer Beeharry Read my poems sometimes.