Not Yet
Not to look into your eyes nor to feel your softest sighs or run my fingers through your hair, spend my days in loving care. Not to share a wish or two, spend my moments loving you, nor to dream your arms divine, wrapped within and without mine. Not to hear your laughter fair, living moments tender care, nor feel my soul in yours and it's only just because. The day your here with me isn't here yet don't you see, the day I run into your arms and surrender to your charms, place my lips upon your cheek, and our souls in love will seek higher places than we'd seen, kiss me once and then again.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli