In the dead of the night as i wake up in cold sweat your hand - TopicsExpress



          

In the dead of the night as i wake up in cold sweat your hand was what i graped for . your hug , for what i wept . in the quiet of the morning as i got up bleary . eyed your warmth was what i yearned for your touch for what i cried in the chill of a rainy day . as the water splashed my pane to share a blanket a book and tea with you . was all that i craved you may be for away from me you may not be mine my heart bleeds for you . my love for you my soul does pine no matter what the future holds no matter where we go my love for you is my life and will always be so. . . . . . . .
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 10:15:48 +0000

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