Walking that day, outside and alone
Hoping to catch that scent of cologne
Praying to hear that small, sweet voice
In loving you, I have no choice
To see your lips caught close to mine
To feel your hand upon my spine
Take small strides so you can see
The longing for a walk with thee
Loving how you act all day
So I get on my knees to pray
Though evil always lurks so near
With the Lord, I shall not fear
I realize now, now on my own
I am walking that day outside and alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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