longing

I need you now
to take my hand
walk the sands
feel my heart
pounding for you

I see you now
cant break free
your sweet words
mystify me, cant be
longing for you

I feel you now
slipping away
with the ocean's sway
your my life line
searching for you

I wish it could be
not just a fantasy
dreaming ecstasy
perpetual agony
waiting for you






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