Oh how long
Oh how slow
Time seeps
In my mind
Constantly
We exchange tokens of love
We speak lovely sylables
He is there
I dream along
Of how heavenly it shall be
In his arms my heart with expolde
When our lips touch heaven will seem so close
Whispering sweetly
Young lovers meant to be
The tingly feelings lingering softly
Oh the longing grows
Day by day
Longing to run
In his arms
And exchange the passions buried deep
But when I awake
I realize its a dream
But its hard to wait
Sweeter is shall be
When it real time
We embrace for a moment
I cannot wait
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