It is the softest kiss
lingering within a dream.
A wish of the soul to be held.
Arms that lay bare.
Eyes on a wall.
It is quiet, it is searching
all around
for you,
my love,
for you.
And what if the day of you
arrives in my arms?
Will my soul shout
yes
I know it is you!
like it sweetly shouted
once before?
Will it be love, my love?
Will it be you?
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