I think of you every morning,
and dream of you every night.
I dream about that one story,
where I sit next to you and hold you tight.
The dream of you being there,
and telling me what I need to hear.
Telling me how much you really care,
and how my heart will lose its fear.
You whisper the sweetest things on the phone,
Making me miss you more and more.
You talk in the smoothest tone,
I have never let a girl down this deep before.
My nights are never cold,
My days are never gray.
You show me the road,
to where my heart will want to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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