I cry for you and each day that I miss
Your lips touch mine, no more
Afraid my tomorrow will never come
Giving my heart the request it yearns for
You are always a few fallen tears absent
And a day late to my dismay
I pray winds blow you- a thought of me
And delivery you to me today
So we can grasp great depths of passion
Making love until we both are pleased
Drunk on our own natural juices
Placing our hearts and our bodies at ease
Marinating in the grandeur of that moment
Charmed by a starry night sky
Wrapped in silken sheets like rose petals
Pressing your skin so closely to mine
If only 'tomorrow” will finally arrive
And you come as you promised you would
I can bring alive this vision I reserved
Without you, it’s doing me no good
You are always a few fallen tears absent
And a day late to my dismay
I pray winds blow you- a thought of me
And delivery you home like you said.
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