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Wednesday, 15 May 2013
The soul longs for your touch in those long hours of the night
It tastes and longs for you kno you are near
Come to me darling you tempt me so oh so
I am waiting longing and knowing you a near
I do not know what you are saying
I do not hear your voice
You beckon on me tenderly but I still
Do not hear your trappings on me
Cme back to me once ask so I can hr
Can see you near into me
I am longing for you
And you do not come
I feel as though you are speaking
But your voice is not heard
What can I but go into the fields to find thee
And a still you are not there
So I travelled through fields of gold
Roses and daffodils and still nothing thus
Bring me near let me hear you
Let me know your sweet kisses
And yet I heR none
Be unto me good honour as I travelled yet afar
And deepen my womb I felt you kicking of humor
And glory and passion and love
So I wondered could Thisbe true
Wherefore is ypurpreeqsence lying telling me these things
So itreavelled on highways and streets and your heart lay this
And s till further nothing found so I travelled in cities and towns and pubs
Talking amongst friends gathering afar with you
Hat I would muster
And a till yuleft me a poor savage waiting for air
S I entered here final destination
And there you were telling me what I wanted to hear
A lady, in waiting, and ready for a kiss.
But why oh why do you tempt me so said I as I travelled yet afar some more
You were waiting and longing wondering I thought
I thought you had gne away from me
I tight it had come to an end
But I kept on for hope as I thought you were here
I walked and travelled and gasped. Fr air many a tme in uour air
I wondered what you would do wo me
I wondered how you could love wo dear love
I say there wondering these things knowing you we're here
And there you were on the wayside asking me as
Questioning my motives
With a kiss
One day I sit on a hill of green all by myself
Just lie you
And I wondered these things
Sad for a bit, I got up and knew the next years would be all good
Fr you, for me.
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