I fantasize, of singing,
To you, a song,
A, lovely melody,
Not worded, too strong.
To express, my everlasting,
Love of you,
And devote, myself,
Faithfully, ever so true .
To read, to you,
As your head,
On my lap, I caress,
Lines, of words, my love profess.
To recite, a poem,
That I, have written,
From, my lonely heart,
Not knowing, where to start.
To bring you, happiness, is my goal,
As your lips, I taste, sensuously,
I read your eyes,
Looking for a place, to rest my soul.
By: William Bonilla......9/20/02
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