I feel the need to hold her in my arms
And touch to mine those soft accepting lips
Sitting with her brings moisture to my palms
And my heart jumps to the swing of her hips
Her hair just stares and whimpers and sighs
Blows and waves to me with the cruel cold wind
She looks outside with those beautiful eyes
And I feel the blood inside instantly thinned
But all these treasures are escaping me
And I am stuck here picturing the scene
They say its a blessing, they say I’m free
But I’m trapped here in this world of my dream
If I give up now I might not find her
But perhaps that will be a bit kinder.
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