Plagued by dreams of a love long lost
sleep and slumber I detest
memories of kisses interrupt my rest
passionate kisses he presses on my lips
as his hand form a familiar embrace.
He pulls me close so playfully
young lovers forever I dream
a love that nothing comes between.
Awake I feel my insides ache
to face the dawn of a blessed new day
without the prospect of his embrace
nor his familiar arms around my waist.
Oh what I long for most of all
are his soft and tender kisses upon on my face.
©Susan Powlette 2-2011
sleep and slumber I detest
memories of kisses interrupt my rest
passionate kisses he presses on my lips
as his hand form a familiar embrace.
He pulls me close so playfully
young lovers forever I dream
a love that nothing comes between.
Awake I feel my insides ache
to face the dawn of a blessed new day
without the prospect of his embrace
nor his familiar arms around my waist.
Oh what I long for most of all
are his soft and tender kisses upon on my face.
©Susan Powlette 2-2011
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