Your shadow
eagerly climbs the stairs
running ahead of you
your voice
dashes through the locked door
already one step ahead o fyou
your kiss finds my lips
asleep in a dream
of you
waking now to find
you are really real.
I, thirsting for your kisses
hungrily drink you in
the shadow of your voice
repeating like a prayer:
'Oh, I love you...I love you...I love you! '
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