I sit and dream of a love I need
My will trembles, my heart sighs
It is not blood, but hope I bleed
I'm still so empty inside
When will your lips be pressed to mine
When will my finger trace your face
When will we say hello 1 final time
And cause the lonely nights to erase
When will your body be pressed against me
When will I feel your breath on my cheek
When will your eyes be all I can see
When will our resolves grow weak
When will time be ours again
When will small moments seem so grand
When will I know you without and within
When will your heart be mine to command.
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