I thought that I was casual
And could give my kisses free -
That I could take him to my bed
As the shoreline takes the sea.
But now I sit and wait to hear
A phone that never rings,
And carry deep within my breast
A heart that never sings.
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I must say, you certainly have a niche lay within you. What words that lie there, i don't know...but what music you make when you are revealed. Wow, it has taken me a while to realize i am witness to a Great! Poet of the Great! Thank you for making such wonderful work.