When you go,
I close my eyes,
Thinking that you are lying next to me in bed.
As you leave
Each hour of separation,
That our lips have not yet kissed,
Because of the hours between us.
Our bodies have not quietly touched each other.
I know when he gets home I’ll be embraced with his lips,
I’ll be there awaiting
Full of joy and happiness
Just like the first day, we met.
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cynth'ya lewis reed
(((HUGS))) and love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Very romantic write. He's a lucky man.